On Writing

Feels like a poem

 

A flickering candle, a warm tub, and a great wine glass

Brimming with the best sweet wine a twist-off cap can offer

Toes on spigot knobs, the thermostat, temperature and flow determined

By short turns, left and right

Hot wax drips on the porcelain

Wine trickled on the palate

The water swirls

Negativity and dirt

This is where my mind soaks

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