Taste of Wine

Savor the scent as it makes its way around the glass.
A flushing of red swirls around the rim,
Bittersweet, but I'm still sober.
I see the veins in my skin roll as the warmth of
alcohol rushes through them.
Today is the first, last day with you,
I'll drink to that.
I don't think I'll ever by able to let you go completely.
But with my inhibitions gone,
I might be able to forget.
I enjoy savoring each sip behind the candlelight,
To dwell, to endure,
In those moments alone.
My thoughts of you are a tangled mess.
A bottle and a glass is all I need to make
you go away.
This may by my only reason to savor the
taste of wine.
12/13/09
Fawn McCurdy