wine
is kind
to my mind.
grateful
grapes
grope at
my onus
and erase
it rolls
behind my eyes
and severs
stable ties:
gravity
depravity
and the things
I want to do
to the man
in front of me.
this
wine
unwinds
blinds
sighs
and sings.
it
gives me
wings
and
thinner thighs
almond eyes
and an ass
for guys.
it
grinds
my imperfect.
whispers
I'm worth it
and have some
more,
you deserve it.
it wins
without a fight.
it flies
without a flight.
it sees
without sight
it conquers
all my might
and eases
all my plights.
I'll have some more.
I deserve it
