Blood and Wine

You with eyes like sunrises of another world

the curve of its horizon on your lips

and burning as its sky braves descent into night

There are shadows here hiding worlds of their own

in broken jars, chests buried in the sand

no keys to lock away the secrets

so they spill like blood and wine

into waiting cups and open mouths

until only the taste of bitter things is left behind

with you and your lips and your blood spilled

looking through empty windows

that reflect back the broken vessel

and the eyes once caught in a sun’s dying flame

now embers smoldering in the sand

Found an old trail riding bike in the garage and took it out to the woods a few times. Rode it along the Cedar River, and only fell a couple of times. I’m hooked! Now I’m going to try to save up and get a proper mountain bike for when I get back to Colorado.

Photo by Biljana Martinic on Unsplash

8 responses to “Blood and Wine”

  1. Exquisite imagery! ♥️
    I have especially enjoyed the verses «eyes like sunrises of another world / the curve of its horizon on your lips». This reminded me of Oscar Wilde’s beautiful words: “The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history.”

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