At first harvest
the grapes of desire were so sweet
and young, bursting through veins
medium bodied
a vintage elite.
New shoots of fruity passion
intoxicated by heady charms
tender sips from rosé-coloured glasses
tipsy with delight
tangled in tightly knit arms.
But now after barrels of mundane
run of the mill
dewy tears on withered cheeks
ruptured hearts dying on the vine
a blood red wine stain spill.
No more floral bouquet
bitter after taste to the brink
hope long grown sour
tart and vinegar
I no longer drink.
About the Creator
Terry Anne Jones
I just love words. Poetry is where I feel most at home but I enjoy writing in many forms.
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