Herbert Nehrlich - Valpolicella

I saw you in that bottle.
The more I looked
the more I drank
the more you stripped
your flimsy clothes.
Glassbottomboat,
I am the captain,
let no man see
what I must have.
Why is it then
that, when I tip
my bottle up
that you don't come
with open arms
and wine-soaked breasts,
not on the nose
but fully blessed
by being fully
saturated,
obliterated to the world
and mine to swallow
in one gulp.
Though I'm afraid
that time will tell
an altogether different tale,
While I don't mind
to drink it all
will I still find you
in green mist
or was this all
a bold deception,
meanspirited and devil's wrath,
This image might be
on the rocks.
It could be
my love's paradox.

Herbert Nehrlich

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