God Of Wine Poem by Ben Partenay

God Of Wine



you stink of wine
where is the sweet breath
of the gods the poets
speak of, write about
how the wine is worshipped
like a golden calf.

flowered words to match
the ivy covered walk-
ways no one saying
“you have never loved”
in their poems with
sweet breath.

climb the mountain, the
greeks worshipped it, held
it in such reverence they
drank to it, poured out
a drink for the god’s each
time they kissed.

honor me with the way
you take a drink, hold
it between your teeth
and your soul, it's how
the angels said
goodbye.

the lights are out, I
climb the shallow steps
there is a red stain on the
carpet, these walls are
broken glass, I have never
loved and don’t plan
on it.

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