At The Distillery Poem by Liyo Denorte

missing you is like
plunging into a dark wine
nothing can be seen but
to feel the purity and rawness
of the intricacies of our endeavors
giving blood
to a mud
creating thousands of caricatures
of our stories that were left behind
unfinished,
and never ending
always forgetting
the design of my mouth saying:
i must have you, you must have me
sealing it with
perpetual expectancy
drunken with the time and space between
so let it seep in
let me sit
and talk with it
revel on things that makes me ponder
on the idea of forever
make love with the bottle that
rejects the limitation of it
and make a vow never to take
the entirety of emptiness
as space allows for reflections,
in time,
there is refinement.