Wine Glass Gone

Wine glass gone
Senses gone too
What happened to
I love you true

Enya soaring
Heart tanking
It shouldn’t be you
I should be thanking

Cry another stream
Twist in an aged gut
She was a lovely dream
She was nice, but

Up swirling niftly
Canter thrice round
I can’t feel my feet
I’ve lost the ground

No one answers
No one calls
I ask her nicely
She smiles, and stalls

Put a hold on that book
Nothing else to do
What’s with the look?
Another glass’ll do

Wine glass gone
Sense going too
Where is this going
Love, Love me do

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About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on March 23, 2012, in Poem. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. What’s with the look?
    Another glass’ll do

    Love this lines.

    Regards

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