Drunk On Words

I glanced
Into the bowl of the glass
As i swirled
The scarlet liquid within
Admiring it's clarity
And wondered
At the clarity
Of my own thinking
As i supped
Gently
At a myriad ideas
As my taste buds
Of thought
Were tantalised
And so i pondered
Upon the flavours
And whether i should allow
The wine
To gently glide down my throat
Or to spit it out
And hope
That a finer wine
May enhance my thinking
Or that my thinking
Would perhaps
Flow more freely
Without this Liquid velvet inspiration
I quaffed the whole bottle
And got drunk on the words!

by Jemia