Sweet Wine

The night is for a'hunting
And oh the shadows, they whisper
In the darkness, darkness creeps
And I'm reminded of how I miss her
Warm breath of pleasure upon my cheek
Soft skin beneath my fingertips
The wine, the scent so delicate
A nectar so sweet I had to sip
Teeth of razors in her flesh
The rhythmic thrumming of her heart
That faded slowly beneath my touch
And every ecstatic second that did pass
So did fade the rising of her breast
And the wine, did it decrease
In the darkness on such a night as this
Did I breathe the last breath of my love deceased

by Indie Adams

*First published in Dead Elephant in the Bazaar © Noosa Scribes 2010
IBSN: 978-0-646-54298-0(pbk)