VILLAGE WINE
- Sebastian Jack
- Jul 12
- 1 min read
Updated: Jul 27
CHARDONNAY of citrus, floral notes
we poured as pooled our pennies.. s’il vous plaît
Americans who spoke in BROKEN QUOTES
of bread and butter, Francophiles gay
in ways that spread the JOIE DE VIVRE thick
a drunken sip with lips, as bottle spilled
on face that danced in light of candle’s wick
the DRIBBLES down my cheeks, an ev’ning chilled
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we walked along in tangled maze of warm
a couple very nearly wearing WOOL
of sweaters STRETCHED and wound about, was born
a night for sharing sleeves and blankets, full
with covers thrown as stared at sweat and LENGTH..
the bones that turned our limbs to magic wands
and wands that found their SORCERY in strength
unbending, never-ending.. naked blondes
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sipping off the other’s span and width
no proper sense decorum, SWOLLEN.. filled
with finding things that PLEASED the other’s myth
we slept in sheets enfolded, spoons unwilled
in ever-closer seasons left to snow
the shapely bottle DREAMING next to mine
would find our Christmas, Easter, Summer glow
ENDEAVOUR never stop the flow of wine
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to swim beneath the table, FABLED FEW
who press their thighs, with fingers squeezing.. feel
a glass in palm, our HEAVEN-TILTED view
as drank in stars with fruit and cheese, the meal
and year affording cheapest bottles, white
when found a hunger, thirst, could NEVER quench
would WRAP OUR LIPS around the sweetness, nights
too long and longing.. lust amongst the French