Monday, October 31, 2011

dry wine 




oh how I did 
taste that supple flesh 
of you and you did 
hold my breast 
against 
yourself 


and now 
I seethe and 
relish the quivered 
instant when 
every part of 
nature's nerve 
stings my very being 
with sweat and 
polish, 


lying
breathing 
wet with thirst 
and parched 
at once, 


never never 
to be quenched.


Poem © 2011 R. Burnett Baker
Photo© 2011 R. Burnett Baker 

5 comments:

  1. Yeah, I did see the last post. Then when I saw this one, I was like whuuuuuut?

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  2. this is why i love drinking dry wines. lol

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