Outside there's a dusty rain
and inside only golden shadows,
both tangible and untouchable
in here look the same.
My hand on a glass of wine
I admire the look of the crystal
against my skin, across my fingers
all reflections and slender lines.
The deep mahogany of the table
framed with dark cherry edges
The light catches in the carved patterns
flowing and graceful.
A thousand slow thoughts sink
merging in my mind like a river
and I ponder eternity
as I press my lips to drink.
I breath in, steady and soft
as the fan whirls gently
stirring the air into hazy currents of heat
and I am happily lost--
There are too many feelings
on a lazy night like this
I run my tongue over my lips
the last drop of wine
as it trembles on the lip of the glass
emphasized, like dark blood on marble
falling through time...