Saturday, April 4, 2015

drink deep

drink deep
of that red tongue staining oblivion
no consecrated blood
sweet and hot split straight from flesh
but grapes, split and smashed
more rotten than even your intentions
and such a glorious red
that the candlelight renders it
more precious than rubies
drink deep
forget you loved
hated
forget cares,
beyond the next deep draught 


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