Thursday, September 22, 2016

At the Root

There is still a lot of sludge
at the bottom 
of the wine glass 
that passed 
between
your lips 

and mine. 

There's a terrible mess 
at the bottom  
of the glass.

And all over my dress.


Such strange wine.

Such strange fruit.

Blood on the leaves.


And blood at the root.


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