Poetry and Wine
Temptation
Flipping through the latest Hollywood magazine
Gazing at your glossy celluloid dream
Half a glass of warm red wine
And a lit cigarette
I suppose I could wish you into my life
Find a red candle and a flame to light
Half a glass of warm red wine
And a lit cigarette
A sliver of the moon hanging low in the sky
The acoustic guitar in my room begins to cry
Half a glass of warm red wine
And a lit cigarette
Swaying and slow dancing in the hall
Press me up tight and long against the wall
Half a glass of warm red wine
And a lit cigarette
Kissing until you bruise my lips
Hands wandering down around my hips
Half a glass of warm red wine
And a lit cigarette
The heat of your touch and the palm of my hand
The sweet taste, salty sweat, a delicious man
Half a glass of warm red wine
And a lit cigarette
The initial temptation of skin against skin
Invoking waves of delay in me again
Half a glass of warm red wine
And a lit cigarette
Perfume of last night lingers low in the air
Your fingers run through my tangled hair
Half a glass of warm red wine
And a lit cigarette
We never think twice about etiquette
They don’t have to know what we’ll never forget
Half a glass of warm red wine
And a lit cigarette
The pale light of the dawn warms my skin
Pulling me back from where I’ve been
Half a glass of warm red wine
And a lit cigarette.
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Sonnet:
The Blood of the Gods
Just one grape is so precious and so rare
That has only lived in ever one place
And a lovely maiden with long red hair
On the lips of a dying man she traced
A wine reserved for Caesars and for Kings
Poets of Rome praised the Falerian
And about it often the chorus sings
The name was buried by historians
The blood of the gods and the blood of man
Long ago forgotten just like this wine
And a myth I will never understand
Covered long ago by the ash of time
From Mt Vesuvius and Mt Vulture
Aglianico is still the poet’s lure.
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How can I become everything to me?
How can I conquer the world
When I haven’t even conquered
My own hometown city yet?
How can I soar to new heights
When I haven’t ever stepped
Out of the wadding pool just yet?
How can I ever love you
When I don’t even know who you are
I haven’t even met you yet?
How can I become everything to me
When I don’t even really know
What that is just yet?
How do I begin to feel
And make it real
After so many years of hiding?
When will I set it right
And give up the fight
And begin living instead of lying?
