I
drink the wine
the
wine outside the bottles
the
wine uncontained within
glass,
the wine a fiery tongue
speaking
unknown words
burning
my throat, searing
my
soul, this wine,
incendiary
wine-words.
Why
are the bottles
empty?
This
poem is submitted to the dVerse Poets prompt of paintings by the Durch artist
Borg de Novel. To see more poems submitted, please visit dVerse Poets.
Painting:
Bottles by Borg de Nobel / http://borgeous.wordpress.com.
Used with permission.
