I drove an hour to visit you –
The evening you arrived,
With a bottle
Of Australian red wine;
But to our disappointment
There were guests who arrived –
So we sat grappling
Oral drawstrings
Of our purse of desires.
We laughed animatedly over
Local whisky you ordered,
With finger chips, chicken fries,
Saving the wine for us:
But all I was intoxicated by
Was your beaming face
And throaty voice –
Steeped in the headiness
Of our belated meet-up.
Sitting alongside, every time
You looked at me intensely,
I was drawn as a reckless kite
Into the whirlwind
of our magnetic allure –
That grew with vibes we emanate
Into weaving a spider’s web,
In which our withheld affections
As a trapped house fly –
Was struggling to surrender.
This poem is my Christmas gift – Of A Bottle Of Red Wine – to all my friends…Wishing you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. 🙂
I really love this one, especially the last stanza!
Thank you! 😊