Wines again

On some nights
we go
open a bottle
and have
every
desire
to empty it

A smell,
A sip,
A taste,

One drop
is perfection,
enough to affect you
and leave you
wanting
for more

A caress,
a kiss,
a midsummer night’s dream,
a half emptied bottle
is but all that it seems

Another sip,
another gulp,
another escape
to the so-called
re-all-ee-tyy

Drown, there…
deep down
there is the drowned

Reaches out
for more,
but drops
the bottle
on the floor

Pieces, pieces
shattered,
broken
pieces

And the last
few drops
absorbed heavily
by the rag

Desperate
for another sip
so we reach out
for more
and gains nothing
but a cut,
a wound,
a scab

But still
want,
and still
need,
so we reach out
for
a little
more…

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About Shayne Zalameda

Shayne Zalameda is Misstache. She adores eating, traveling, attending events, and watching films. She likes to omit adjectives and is fascinated with ironies. As much as possible, she tries to avoid the word "very". Sometimes she easily forget things. More on http://LeMisstache.com
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