I will drink you like a fine wine
Like your blood has been poured through sands of time
My poison, divine.
Through greedy, stolen tips of my cup
I’ll spill you out and slurp you up.
My thirst for you cannot be slaked
My love for you is caged and opaque
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Probably both! Thanks for reading!
dang..wicked rhythm in this…and love is such a asweet addiction…the blood gives this intensity as well….edgy…nice….
Much appreciated, Brian… I’m currently reading your work. Seriously… I’m kind of like a kid at an amusement park! So much awesomeness I’m struck silent.
This is pretty intense – and I love the way the identity of “you” remains hidden. There are so many possible interpretations of this poem.
I’m glad that you can see that, Tony. It was intended to be flexible. 2nd July 1916 bears a bit of intensity as well, sadness too. I’m looking forward to a night spent reading great poems…. Thank you for stopping to read!
I specially like the last two lines ~ Intense emotions here ~
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Grace
Thank you Heaven! I love.. your Post-valentine note. I haven’t quite figured out how to use blog spot yet, but I did read your entry today and enjoyed it. ~
“I love feverish words, climbing like ants, blind as bats.” – That’s my favorite line, such a great visual representation.
Like your blood has been poured through sands of time…intense emotions in this…sounds like a love/hate relationship…the things we fight and need.. and welcome at dVerse..great having you…smiles
Thank you for reading, Claudia! My hands aren’t often clean, but I try not to leave stains. I really enjoyed your submission today, especially the freedom in your form. Smiles to you too, you are perceptive… I was feeling very intense when I wrote this one, and yes, love/hate had something to do with it!