Entry #15

The Wine Speaks
by Carrie Clevenger


I've drank all my belly can entreat,
but your ghost won't stop tickling my feet
as I step on broken glass,
and old photographs
Taken of me at fifteen.

With a drowsing head
among the sleeping dead,
and the cat-calls in the dark,
I bravely embark
On this lonely trip of self-discovery.
Engulfed in my personal misery
I sift through the bones
of the broken homes,
and what I had time-after-time,
and the destinies entwined.

I feel so heavy
at times like these;
pink butterflies flutter in my
chest cavity.

I can't help but think
I've already passed the brink
of my inhibitions,
and the secret admissions
of the finest hells;
Oh yes, the wine compels.

Turn the next page
to re-engage:
I embrace
your face
in my memory;
A distant city
where I used to live.
I've yet to forgive
how it came to pass:
You filled your own glass
of wine
and left mine
empty.

Forgive me
for being me,
and never seeing,
and never believing,
that love could last eternally.
So easy to find romance
when you dance
that divinely.
Do you really want me?
Make a stance
and take your chance,
and maybe you won't end up
quite so empty.

The music was sweet, but
this wine can't be beat
To temporarily treat
The loss of a heart complete;
gone in a wink.
An endless endeavor.
And just to think
I used to want to live forever...