![]() sweet summer wineA Poem by Mohl083![]() i never drink wine![]() with each strawberry red glass a memory of a girl i never kissed or a day i wished had gone on forever flows back into my mind. a time when summer meant freedom and not just time passing like so many cold winter days before it. there is the sweetness like the first bite into a fresh slice of watermelon that's still firm and juicy. the dryness lingers on the tongue reminiscent of the dust from long afternoons trolling a sandlot outfield. perhaps the bottle has aged in a dank cellar awaiting devouring which brings me back to sitting on a dim porch while a black dog chases shadows, and i scribble out lost lines to the girl who's lips surpassed the kiss i search for in the bottom of the glass. © 2009 Mohl083Reviews
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