you must have snubbed your nose...
you must have rolled those
priceless eyes with vigor
I did not mean to sound vulgar
I meant for you to simply taste wine
but perhaps
My words were wasted;
perhaps when I spoke
my lips were chapped-
and perhaps the booze
too, helped bruise
my well-meant lines
I carelessly broke
a precious latch
forgive me - the damage can be patched
my mouth gets me in trouble
my tongue is a subtle,
stuttering butterfly
that I can never catch
and so it goes...
- you must have rolled those
priceless eyes with vigor
I did not mean to sound vulgar
...but, perhaps
my words were wasted-
I meant for you to taste wine;
you tasted
vinegar.
-Stuttering butterfly-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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