(C) Copyright Sept 26, 2010 by 45 Mike
There is a bottle
a bottle made of glass.
There is the wine
odd without a skin.
Pondering ages past
when such wonders
could never be.
I recall the night
that demon came to me.
It was rainbow hued
beautiful, as if it
knew no sin.
Red and golden
violent
with a deepest darker blue.
Memories and secrets
seemed to flow and surge
as lovers caress,
no will to fight the urge.
Now I ponder ages past,
when such wonders
could never be.
The demon seems
ageless, has no
future, nor a past
memories and secrets
like worms flow and surge
There will be another
when I have gone.
A lover to caress
another to feel that urge.
The bottle made of glass
and wine without a skin.
Wine in a bottle.
Demon rainbowed,
red golden violent
and deeper darker blue.