“Ripened Wine”

Sweetness as it coats your lips Bitterness as it glides down your throat. Aged to perfection waiting For that perfect moment in time When love goes awry. Alas! Why must the resentment of two hearts- Be embodied in spheres of melancholy? The decanter stares directly at his soul with animosity In its eyes. It is a ruthless glare that modulates between the pit And the pendulum. The pendulum as it pivots to and fro, Creates volatile imbalances within the depths of the soul As he contemplates whether or not to reach for the bottle. Misery loves company or so they say but, His heart is torn between the memory of an old flame and solace from liquor He chooses the latter. He desires to drown himself in glasses of Chardonnay As he contemplates the copious dimensions of a rose Sifting through the remnants of faded love that have melted into the days of yore, He is now in a steady love affair with Chardonnay, Daniels, and Merlot These are his current concubines. He wonders to himself, Will I ever find the lover of my dreams? The wick of desire never wavers until it is squelched By the waters of dependency