Author Information
And So The Wine Will Flow
Folder:
Published Works
Thin words on perfumed paper ensure
that the party will always continue.
We drink our wine and collect our
memories around a bottle of
desperate measures.
We bleed and the blood flows
like tangerine trees which
blossom with our expectations.
I was reading the thoughts you had
written down. They seemed to indicate
a brand new sense of purpose.
I wondered where my heart would
force me to go if I was forced
to abandon your directions.
Similies curve around the edges of
the words you wrote for me to read.
They danced like flaming candles
around the quenching thirst
in my soul. I arrived, and yet did
not begin, my travelling into your
metaphoric pleasures. We spoke
of compromises, and yet you shut
as many doors as I opened.
I can take a hint. I can subtract the
message from the meaning. We might
portray the emptiness of solitude
and depression, but even so we
smile with our eyes and let the
chilled wine flow into our hearts.
Underneath our words are books
of troubled leisure. They are bound
only with the finest lies which can
be placed around their pretending.
I am cold. I think I left the furnace off
without trying to correct it. I can dance
alone, and I can sing, but I
cannot open my mind to the treasures
still left to find.
