For the Poet.....
My two miracles, black and white lay dreaming.
I roll the last of the Cabernet over my tongue
as I
inhale every drop of the prose she has so skillfully penned;
tannic, yet satisfactory.
The attack.........ripened, smashed cherries
The evolution.......bitter cacoa nibs..........
The finish.......an aftertaste of lonliness and heartbreak....
yet still I want more.
Copyright © Barb Farley | Year Posted 2008
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