Pour Me Another

Posted: March 27, 2011 in Poems
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If love is like a brandy,
pour me another glass.
Sweet at first, the longer
you drink, the more it burns
till it finally leaves satisfaction
in its wake after moments
of unmistakable agony. It envelops,
body, mind, and soul. Want it,
need it, but if not consumed
slowly with the utmost care,
it is meaningless. Over too quickly,
its depth’s not valued, its joys
overshadowed by pain. But if savored
and treasured, it will be fulfilling.
So pour one more glass, for I intend
to cherish it until the very last drop.

Copyright Danielle Meeker 2011

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