reds

Stripping perspiring body, too damp to move, clothes remained shadowlike on wooden floor. Slipped inside nightgown, an instantaneous release. Lighter, less weight conscious. Encouragement, wine uncorked, falling beneath night. With pulsating lips, imagine myself, currant stains, bruised in need of light, healing touch. Puckered, tightened muscle, no one present to pay respect. Swallows of crushed berries, tasting fluid, texture tantalizing tongue. Need to be forgetting, no one is here, no body wrestling bed match, sheets cushioning our falling. Dreaming again, Manhattan, the city’s weight resting on I.

Across window’s landscape, evening sets. Hanging between room’s walls, the view seems more a melancholic portrait of night. Before thoughts of loneliness cast greater shadow, rain tore the sky’s cloth, disturbing view, disrupting my attention. Trees wrestled partners, agitated sighing wind. Thinking I am alone, forgetting how I feel, lonely.

Reds, last year’s addiction. Not a day lived without, social sittings spent uncorking. Remember the first moment, stealing myself, falling onto couch, touching lips already. Rather irrational in retrospect. Relaxing aids, a necessity. Admittedly having grown to miss, lover’s taste, more tasteful than wine. Unquestionably, an erotic mixture. Wine’s power, intoxicating body, infatuated eyes, mind romanticized. Rightfully residing, lovers’ breath heavy, wine beat lips. 

Immediately flushed face needs fanning having tasted. Within, flowing, coating interior, carnal curiosities crystallized. Drinkers fall, petal-eyed. Masculine body cloaking feminine cave. Held framing sight, partners tear landscape, other’s skin. Tears drawn faster than blood, become scars. Fold of lips, liquid soaked, impregnated night, saturation warming darkness. Unseen, what’s known should be felt, drunk as they. Coming first, attraction or inebriation? Suspicion. Waking, no longer love or situation sobered? 

Last thought staring into colorless space, “wish I were sleeping skin on skin” I said, skin on skin. Cheeks press sepal sheets, warmth, swallowed by bed, a rose’s closure. Imaginings quickly fallen, flower eating me, unreal reality. Dreaming eye peeled against glass window, impressionable patterned mosaic high-design, kaleidoscopic opaqueness, colorful shapes on window, but beyond? I know nothing.