Words of wine Words of wine Pressing flowers Devoted mind Rigorous and blank A petal wrung A wisp of dew And lovers’ true Words Collected by the barrel Sipped from a flute Residue of dreams Intoxicate the brute Words to rhyme the frost Get lost Or drunk But hang on To every fermented foot Of vinegar or verse Until you’ve drunk your fill Then step aside And let them spill. Doodleslice 2014 #poem #poetry #words #oldie

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