The glass of glass reflects upon its own,
and merges with its stem in shadow.
My fingers follow slowly passing time
into its chilling roundness. The perfect moisture
swirls around my tongue -
as moist as air that lingers
on the lighted walls.
| short but good reminds me how much i like wine on hot days like this...||| Posted on 2013-06-01 00:00:00 | by concrete_rose | [ Reply to This ] |