Having a bit of a play with words... as you do. ;-) It had been sitting awhile... so I polished the glass a little.

Sour Grapes (A re-post)

You sipped me slowly, like a fine wine
Rolling me so gently over your palate
Licking your lips, and way back then
That was enough to sate us both
Until you noticed a chip, a chink
An imperfection in the glass
You spat me out, like vinegar
And threw away the bottle
Leaving me
As I mature, refine with age
All you can do is stand and watch
With lips so dry and throat parched
And imagine how much better I taste

Poetry by Purple Phoenix
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Written on 2014-03-10 at 08:33

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Rob Graber
A shapely write it remains!