To R. Marie my love


Love and wine

the taste of night rolled over my tongue.

I never cared for wine, but I like the feeling.

my words float to fast over my lips

feelings are stuck in my stomach

my tears disapears into your crimson painted lips

stumbling coversations and meanings

I could taste life in this.


you look warms me from the inside

fascinated by the smoke that dances between us

I never thought about you before this moment

the laughter that fills the room and the ashtray with a mountain in it

I need nothing

but I would like to have

just this

- love and wine




Poetry by Ace
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Written on 2006-02-10 at 11:53

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...some love, some wine
midst smoke n lime,
fine froth caressing my throat
and siezing the churning in my tummy,
a result of anticipation for sweet wine
or perhaps was simply needy
for some foul love...

...love the flow, could put pictures to the words...
2006-02-10