i am afraid if you leave me
i will shatter
right then and there, on your floor
i am a glass of your sweet, red wine
my blood would spill and i would shatter
tiny pieces of me so sharp
unable to be mended back together
and i will seep into the wood floors
of your studio apartment
they will creek when you least expect it
and with every step you take
burning aromas of that old bottle
of sweet cherry wine
notes of honey, oak, and ruby cherries,
my cherry
will enter your nose and fill your lungs
and i will hold your breath
it will burn and i'll
make you remember
why you loved cherry wine
so much in the first place
YOU ARE READING
aching heart
Poetry[POETRY/PROSE] red poppies, aching hearts, and sweet cream. my first collection of poems - DRAFT & STILL UPDATING
