Another Glass

I feel the silk across my face-

Of a web in transcendental gaze.

Sweet breath of cinnamon, frosted air,

Rose petal curves and an icy stare.

Forbidden to ever taste the fruit,

We laugh at gods in a mock salute,

And find in any place and time:

A chance to love, grow and cry.

And even though I know it’s wrong,

Like wine I bring her to my lips,

Addiction wasted, boundaries gone,

Sour tastes and forgotten songs.

And though we know the sun must set,

-Just as surely it will rise.

Reviews

[Lola_Bee]

Bravo, that was beautiful and enchanting with a bit of spiciness, loved it

[Mick Strange]

Thank you. Your words are too kind :)