Its Only Red Wine My Darling
The smell of old red wine lingered in the corridors of the home
The scarf lying next to the book you read last night
Pale rose pink High heels in front of the closet
I grabbed the flowers from the window sill
Put some fresh water into the golden glass vase and I stared for a moment in time, sounds around me became vague.
I closed my eyes and thought about last night when a smell of red wine hit my face.You were starring blankly in my eyes. Trying to speak to me without saying a word.
Your pale skin touched my cheek and I breathed slowly. Not sure what to expect.
Your eyes, such a deep colour as if I have not seen it before.
My heart suddenly hit hard against my chest.
I opened my eyes to a blank space.
Moved slowly to the kitchen sink. starred at both wine glasses for a moment.
Thought came up for a moment , I would never choose that shade of pink lipstick.
Copyright © Melissa De Bod | Year Posted 2017
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