Knocking Back the Wine

Have you ever dreamed

For someone else

Knocked back the wine

To the roof of your mouth

The fumes rising up

To massage the brain

In a red mist

Tantalising the nerve endings

Thinking of you

In a dream

Where I’m in a bar

And you’re sitting there

Under a spotlight

Everyone else in the dark

Everything is in slow-mo

Your laugh up and down

Your eyes dancing around with mine

Your lips longing

And hands wanting

I just want to dance with you

Clumsily, drunkedly all night long

Until the sun comes up

And we wait to meet again

When it goes back down

Because the dark

Gives meaning to the light

Knocking back the wine

Trying to get that dream again

 

 

Author: Jack Bennett

Born and raised in Torquay, England. 22 years old. Teeming with thoughts that need an outlet, working a full time job at his local supermarket. Unfortunately born a poet, he will most likely suffer from this contradiction most of his life.

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