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Baron d'Arignac
Half a bottle of you
and i'm
spinning
already.
Half the thought
of you
filled with me
invokes
fireflies
into my
stomach.
Half a pack
of your smoky eyes
undo
my brain.
What more if i had
all of you?
High
and drunk
on the attar
of your
man-scent.
Damn.
My spirit could
ride it
all the way
to heaven.
And should i
hang over
the cloud cliffs
while i'm there,
why,
i'd rush
back
down
and have
more
of you
again.
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| Wow, Valerie! What can I say? We have a mutual admiration society here. LOL. Thank you, thank you!!! |
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Comment by: Valerie - 2007-04-14 22:03
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| This is my favorite form - words cascading down the page like wine being poured into a glass, or water flowing out of the mountains. Everything you write is gorgeous, and yet I want to critique, to find a word out of place or misspelled, but find only beauty. |
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Well done. I too liked the addiction aspect of it. As usual, nice write!
C |
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| Dear Joni, thank you for the comments. Yes, Baron d'Arignac is my favorite red wine. There ought to be French wine, even in California. cheers! - tina |
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| Baron should hire you for great advertising. I'm going down my favourite liquor store, hehe. Cheers! Well, i'm in California, not sure if there are Barons out here, mostly faggots, just kidding haha. |
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