poetry challenge;
The word was
you pay more attention to the glass in your hand
than you do to me.
running your finger round the edge
ever pouring the vintage red
into its complaisant mouth
and then- what a melting of tongue,
And teeth
meeting the rim!
yes, I’d rather be your wineglass
then your lover.
Wonderful
I like that poem very much. Well done!
For some reason, I can almost hear this as a song.
Also interesting – why wineglass, and not the wine being swallowed? I can’t quite understand why the differentiation makes a difference to me, but interesting.
I think the first line made that clear…..quite sad when you think about it.
I think there was something in my head about the female physiognomy… the rim of the cup, all that. *grin*
Sherry, it was sad- until the party was over, and then, well, you know… The wineglass was set aside, the lovers paid attention to each other again…
Isn’t it funny how our individual realities form our understanding of things? I still see it as sad because in my reality the wineglass is never set aside.