sweet summer wine

sweet summer wine

A 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 Mohl083


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breathtaking. it gave me a sort of bittersweet feel, not sure if it's meant to do that, but it does... the feeling of love is there, but then, somehow it was like it wasn't really meant to be since there is the feeling of regret? i guess that's what made me feel as though it were bittersweet? and well, the wine itself, that's a good one.:) it is sweet, yet somewhat bitter.:D all in all loved it!:)

Posted 15 Years Ago



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