#89 (riding ruby sips)

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photo credit: Matthias Geh

 

dulled

by the crackling

afterglow

sitting on the bottom

of the last mug

a stinging remark

countless tales

rewritten whithin one quaff

warmth spreading as her lips

lick the last drops of

peppery crimson


enchanting

blurred motions

her puffy eyes gaze upon

while lead is holding her down

steadied by the souls

of dead grapes

into the fleeting light

her whisper fleeing like

the last firebugs of

fall


croaking

remains of her voice

intoxicating advent of

spherical feelings

welling up

as her senses

turn into hot jelly

nerves becoming

rollercoasters

of shivery pleasure

as liquified rogues

riding ruby sips

snatch her memory

one too many

truths to

tell

echoeing away

dissolved

in pungant vapors


*17th December 2016

 

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