Love DrunkA Poem by Water BlakmonSurviving LoveLove Drunk
Crystal skin Fragile dream New wine My Lord instructed, ...Don't put new wine Into old skins Lest the new wine burst the old bag and the new wine Wastes... Weathered heart Shaken reed Vintage My soul inquires: What becomes of the old skin, if it has lost it's first vintage? The new wine is all but dangerous, and the old wine, once lost is but a drunken fool's urine... Blessed old skin Loves the wine so it longs to kiss the lips of one never drunken, Only once © 2009 Water Blakmon |
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Added on October 8, 2009 AuthorWater BlakmonHuntington, WVAboutI'm a novelist poet and playwright. I was born and raised in Huntington, WV, but I travel frequently to keep my sanity. (*joke*... I'm really not crazy) Anyway, I love to write poetry and I have vol.. more..Writing
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