Red Wine Poem by Robert Green

Red Wine



You mature in fine design
Become full bodied in time
Oh to open you like a flower
To drink you, savour
Place my lips on thine
Your body now mine
Take my fill, taste you
Sip on you, enjoy you
I fear you will be at your best
Now I am put to rest

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem has now been transformed into an amazing painting by fliss, thank you *smiles*
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lisa Pringle 23 March 2012

Thought-provoking... is it or isn't it?

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Soulful Heart 10 March 2012

irony, sarcasm mingled with poetry? am I right :)

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