merlot

By: Shelbi Henny

In the taverns
the significants of merely touching
the diaphragm
we gasp to ignite
and sip in kisses that take form
birthing this infection of us
casting the wits to see you naked
in physical and spiritual divine
i won't lie 
and bare the explanation of how deep
i fold into this space
of wanting you near me 
yet afraid to say my true intentions
or escape the mystery that i 
proclaim to cage 
the scent of you
or have the visibility 
to lay dormant 
devouring the air to taste you
and so shall i 
configure the maps into traveling
and exploring organic 
water turning into wine
sipping grapes and grapefruit
strawberries and nectarines
to our chest placed in stilts
rapidly signing energy of fear and bliss
glass flutes that drip in toxicity 
a venom that parts the lips 
above so below
and punctures the drips that lead