How the glass holds the wine
gives it shape, lets it breathe,
this is the way you hold me—
without you, I’m spill, I’m puddle,
I’m unfound, with you, I know myself
as something savored, relished,
held up to the light.
January 26, 2018 by Rosemerry
How the glass holds the wine
gives it shape, lets it breathe,
this is the way you hold me—
without you, I’m spill, I’m puddle,
I’m unfound, with you, I know myself
as something savored, relished,
held up to the light.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged love, poem, poetry, wine | 8 Comments
Amazing post. You’ve done it once again!
Thank you! I am so grateful for your response.
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From: “comment-reply@wordpress.com” Reply-To: Date: Friday, January 26, 2018 at 1:28 AM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “Oenophilia”
Keep tem coming beautiful!!
You are awesome, thank you. I really needed a cheerleader today!
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Beautiful
thanks!
I love the image of letting our love breathe like a glass of wine.
Thank youâyou must be a wine lover, too â¦
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