Table Wine

Comfort of alcohol

I drank,

the table wine last night,

I hadn't meant to drink the full bottle.

It sat so proper there on the table cloth,

I had never been sat around with a table, with a family,

but the cloth can cover s the table just the same, I know, I know 

It was just my mom, she was the full time beer drinker,

 part her

with her little logo tins of hops 

But I think, 

The wine tastes sweet,

and blushes my glass purple red.

The soft slosh of itself side to side cradles and motions

my little thoughts,

convinces the glass of its very color

A velvety, warm cloak for my stomach,

I needed something.

I needed something warm.

Reviews

[JacqMarie]

check out the other ones, most are rough but I guess everyone always says that..

[JacqMarie]

yep, that needs stratched. thanks

[James William Dyer]

Perfect. The only place I thought it broke down, in terms of clarity and rhythm was here: "part her

with her little logo tins of hops



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