Sometimes as a writer, a story, or a poem, or a scene gets stuck in your head. It fades in and out of your thoughts, gently prodding you to put it down on paper. Eventually that gentle prodding turns into pulverizing fists and you can’t ignore the story anymore.
It begs to be put down on paper and the only relief you’ll find is when those fingers get to typing. So it was with the following poem which first came to me in a dream a week or so ago. I woke up and thought, “shit, I better write this down.” Alas, I did not and the poem faded with the light, as so many dreams are wont to do. It wouldn’t, however, stay dead and it kept creeping into that little space in the back of my head, you know the one, and it slowly started scratching on the door, in the vast hallway where so many of my stories have gone to rest.
Last night, the little fucker must have gotten a battering ram because he wouldn’t let me sleep with his constant slamming around in there. So, I decided to set it free to the world. Let it flourish or die, it matters not, only that it now has a home to call it’s own. Enjoy.
Breathe deep; earthy notes and ingrained grape
Mingled essence perfumes the air
Taste deep; sweet and slightly warm we meet
Drink deep; all of you, to the last drop
Gaze deep; another pour
Always wanting more
Not love at first sight
Love at first taste
Lips and tongue caress
Separate once, but now one
Love deep; intoxication of my soul
Divinity upon release
Your taste lingers; a memory
Earthy with a hint of grape