I’m more wine than water
I know that my love leaves stains so easily
and no one likes cleaning up after me
I know that too much of me is a bad thing
because I will poison your body
until parts of you will never be the same
with or without me
I know that I can turn bitter if left forgotten
and my acidic anger will sting your tongue
at the next careless sip
you don’t need me to live and that’s the trick
that I can quench your thirst
but still leave you so thirsty
high and dry
and dizzy with it
wine [poem]
