Steamroll
she tastes the wine and swallows
metallic sweetness down her throat
come tomorrow, lingering in the air
loosed up buttons, let down hair
a slip-up and and a slithering
roué, roar, row the boat
gently, down the stream,
seep, deep, reap the seeds you’ve sown
thoroughly, in your dream
very tangible.
it’s been maybe seven years since i have last drunk alcohol of any kind. i do not miss it expect for times like that – when someone put some of the influence of it in that way..
very beautiful.
Thank you!!