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You Get Her Drunk

You see her giddy so you go and pour
Another cup of compliments so fine
She sees the letters swish and longs for more
The connoisseur, you know the best “word wine”

Your rhyme Chablis does best intoxicate
Her reason compromised, she leans on you
Your thirst for her tonight you’ll satiate
For you have longed to taste her rosebud dew

She drinks and laughs and lets you kiss her lips
A sigh escapes, all laced in longings deep
Your hands rove up the bounty of her hips
You hope her eyes don't see your lusting s~e~e~p

When you have had your fill, you leave her there
A logophile with heart exposed and bare

Eileen

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Charmaine Chircop

June 7, 2015 at 6:54 PM

Oh when we get drunk by words,so sweet the grapes at first, but later on they might turn sour ,cuz they re only words,and that hurts. Hope I got the message sweet one.

Emile Pinet

June 4, 2015 at 3:52 PM

Very imaginative use of words and skillfully constructed. A touching and eloquent description of who and what you are as a poet and a person. Emile.

Eileen Manassian

June 4, 2015 at 11:08 PM

Yes, Emile. You are discerning. I've written other poems on this. The truth is....I am a logophile. Words move me. I'm passionate about them. Thank you for the lovely visit to my work. You know it is much appreciated.

Richard D Seal

June 3, 2015 at 6:35 PM

We can all be smitten/bitten by words, like the demon drink, too much is never a good thing and hard to handle. With this poem you have laid bare the dangerous side of words. Take care, Richard

Eileen Manassian

June 4, 2015 at 11:10 PM

That last couplet says it all. I've learned the hard way, that words are just words. It doesn't matter how pretty and well constructed they are. It doesn't matter how they dazzle. If they have no substance...they are nothing. Then, they can even become abhorrent. Thank you for your visit to my work, Richard. You also take care.

Paul Callus

June 2, 2015 at 4:12 PM

It's said that words have the power to move rocks and open roads in the sea! Words...a mirage that that can easily turn into dust. Devastating its effect on the heart! Eileen, your sonnet is lovely and effective...and also serves as a warning; to be guided by the mind apart from the heart. Hugs // paul

Eileen Manassian

June 4, 2015 at 11:13 PM

My mind is often on holiday, Paul. You see my predicament. Thank you for your lovely post. :) Hugs

Casarah Nance

June 2, 2015 at 7:59 AM

I've read that word -logophile- now twice on this site today and have no clue what it means! Your write is so smooth, getting drunk on your poetry is the best way to start my morning. hugs

Eileen Manassian

June 2, 2015 at 10:20 AM

OH Sweetie...That's such a sweet thing to say! Logophile comes from two Greek words...LOGOS...WORD...and PHILO To love....A person who loves words is a logophile. That's me...and I've suffered because of it. Thanks for reading. Hugs

Nette Onclaud

June 1, 2015 at 8:03 AM

piercing work of art, eileen... a devastation which can have long after-effects... much enjoyed!... how are you?..huggs

Eileen Manassian

June 2, 2015 at 10:22 AM

Hi, Nette. I'm doing well. I was under a long of strain last month....So much so that I increased my Happy Pill dose. Lots of things going on for me.....The good news is....I finished my thesis...It's being reviewed and I have my defense after tomorrow. I'm trying to go over my presentation, but my brain has turned to mush. Thanks for the visit. Hugs

Shane Cooper

May 31, 2015 at 10:17 PM

This poem hurts

Eileen Manassian

June 2, 2015 at 10:23 AM

Yes.....it does hurt, Shane. That was the point of the poem. Many are taking in by words...and are left with broken hearts. Thanks for the visit. Hugs

Richard Lamoureux

May 31, 2015 at 12:41 PM

Thanks for letting me know.

Eileen Manassian

June 2, 2015 at 10:24 AM

Don't want you to lose me in the sea of poets. Hugs

Richard Lamoureux

May 31, 2015 at 9:26 AM

For. Me I would want her eyes to see my lusting. This is indeed an intoxicating piece! Great use of metophor. If you have a chance have another look at my advice poem. As for me I am off to play some tennis. It is a perfect sunny day!

Eileen Manassian

May 31, 2015 at 11:12 AM

Well, yes, we all have our opinion on that, Richard. Glad you shared. This is Eileen. :) Thanks for the visit. I've gone incognito again. For a time....will see how long it lasts. Hugs

Jan Allison

May 31, 2015 at 7:27 AM

Such deep imagery Eileen - it actually made me quite sad to read - So many dangerous situations women can get into when they are drunk .. and then they have to live with the consequences:-( Hugs jan xx

Jan Allison

May 31, 2015 at 7:39 AM

yes the metaphor you used was excellent being physically drunk or drunk on his words - can still have the same effect:-( Hugs Jan xx

Eileen Manassian

May 31, 2015 at 7:35 AM

Yes, there is much to be said about the effects of alcohol, Jan. I grew up in a family where even coke drinking wasn't encouraged due to the caffeine, which is a known stimulant. Very strict principles.....We were not to consume anything to harm our bodies, so...no smoking, drinking alcohol or caffeinated beverages....Also, health principles include trying to curtail the consumption of too much sugar and and fat and on and on it goes. The body is a gift given by God, and it should be taken care of. So...there is a spiritual side to it all that I have, regrettably, not kept up of late. I was writing here of the danger of being intoxicated by sweet words. The effects are judgment impairment for the logophile as for the oenophil. The end results are....the same....living with unwanted consequences. Thanks for the visit, dear. I've missed you.

John Lawless

May 31, 2015 at 7:25 AM

Eileen, as soon as I read this title I had a good idea where you were headed. Love the metaphor of intoxication and satiation, that shoulder releasing sigh as each word builds to the poetic climax.

Eileen Manassian

May 31, 2015 at 7:42 AM

Thank you, John. I'm glad you passed by today. There are people who take words way too seriously. It is easy to get taken in by someone who knows how to play with words...how to captivate the imagination and ultimately, the heart. Poets are to be feared the most! ;) A man who knows how to write a pretty rhyme has much power over a lover of words. A word of caution is relevant. Thanks for the visit. :)

Jerry T Curtis

May 31, 2015 at 6:16 AM

This works for me, just kidding---actually I've put to bed a few drunken women in my younger days, alone and still dressed---except I did remove their shoes. I guess I'm no Bill Cosby ! Great Write Eileen

Eileen Manassian

May 31, 2015 at 7:44 AM

You are the perfect gentleman, Jerry! Not easy to be "good" when the woman is uninhibited. I applaud you! :) Thanks for the visit.

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