Harlem Wine

Rating: 3.2
This is not water running here,
These thick rebellious streams
That hurtle flesh and bone past fear
Down alleyways of dreams

This is a wine that must flow on
Not caring how or where
So it has ways to flow upon
Where song is in the air.

So it can woo an artful flute
With loose elastic lips
Its measurements of joy compute
With blithe, ecstatic hips.
Monday, March 29, 2010
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COMMENTS
michelle obama 29 January 2020
Barack im cheating on you with your countee
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Michael Walker 07 September 2019
Wine will always flow, bringing temporary joy at least. A joy I now reject.
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seth kalv 08 May 2019
these poems are dark AF
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