The Wine Within the Blood
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| Digital illustration by Chris Reilley |
THE WINE WITHIN THE BLOOD
Here we were once more,
or was it the first time -
edging the angles,
facing our desires,
locked in an intricate dance.
Drunken sheets and closed blinds,
we giggled into each others flesh
right next to the playground;
the game of night stickball
a soundtrack for sticky-slippery fun,
a long low song above the lee.
"Please..." whispered away from walls,
carried meaning stronger than words.
Melding memories and flesh
to seal over prior scars,
coaxing sweetness from each others breath,
we found humanity in tangled limbs
and bestial rhythms.
Gliding skin and slick licked fingers
held heat between us
with a pulse
that beat two hearts.
You shouted, I roared
and we both gasped
together
finding the wine within the blood
as we drank of each other.
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An oblique reference to the prompt of drinking or wine from those lushes over at DVerse Poets.
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©2014 Christopher Reilley
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Love all those lushes over at dVerse! I think this is a very sexy poem. I like the juxtaposition of "Drunken sheet and closed blinds....right next to the playground"
ReplyDeletefinding the wine within the blood what a luscious way to describe what's going on in your poem
ReplyDeleteMmm...love your sensuous take, Christopher! Drinking of each other is the best kind if drinking, in my opinion.
ReplyDeleteStartlingly sensuous, Chris!
ReplyDeleteThis is undoubtedly the sexiest poem I have ever read! Beautiful response to the prompt, Christopher! 😍
ReplyDeleteI really love the thought of wine in the blood... and drinking each other. This is passion if there ever was one.
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