The condensation inside the steamed goblet/
Blood red wine
I watched you from the top of my nose
With the smoke rising from my cigarette
My chilly lips are talking
The taste of the blood red wine
Tickles my
Shivering/trembling body
The taste of the wine comforts my
Taste buds
But, the time doesn’t
With all my longing
I am watching you
From the waves of the blood red wines
Bubbly table
I could swim in the freezing waters
To your freely inviting home
Inspite of the wine
To the sea which is you
The minute I am drunk
And this much thirsty
It’s not easy to extinguish
Believe me I tried
All the sweeteners
None of them are near to your purity
And beauty
Finally when that last
Marvelous sip touches my lips
I get excited...
Oh no...I want to drink you
Eternally...
I want to hold you in my hands
That blood red wine stemmed goblet
I want to watch you from the top of my nose
With the tickling smoke rising from my cigarette
Eventually, could you make me believe?
That I am not going to be thirsty
Never again!

Gunsel Djemal 14/6/2009 – Bromley Road-London