“One should always be drunk. That’s all that matters…But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk…” – Charles Baudelaire

backsliders wine

i tend to pick the finest
bottle of suffering
forgetting to check
the small print
for its potency
and levels of toxicity

i drink it
refill after refill
a deadly bouquet
of the deepest
darkest crimson

it intoxicates
all the way
down to the bone

i am a connoisseur
of its exotic flavor
to deliver a high dose
of ecstasy and torment

i am mistaken
tripped up
and tripped over
inside my chest

rub me right
and i will let you into
the secrets of my heart…

but i will not tell you
where the trip wire lays…


She rubbed them right
Every single one
Left them drunk
From her touch
Wanting more

She held the bottle
Poured it slowly
Quenching the body
Filling the soul
Until they were

Weak in the knees
Begging for more
Grabbing on to her
Drunk from her touch
As she rubbed

6 43 a.m

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s