Friday, July 25, 2008


burgundy wine blushes gently,
piercing the tongue with bitter fruit;
your words drift along like water,
tasting nothing at all like truth

i sip, a whisper, a curiosity
flooding my mouth with crushing regret;
for you are sandcastles braving windstorms
foolishly hoping to just forget

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Gorgeous. Rich and vivid.