sommelier

I will never be
the girl who keeps
a quick tongue
locked behind smirking red lips,
her canines ready to pierce
the throbbing hearts
of sweat drenched men.

swirl their blood
around her mouth
like cheap shiraz,
a goddess
would never swallow
a poor man’s lies.

she tastes
these complicated
and interlaced notes
of desire and desperation
like a true sommelier
of sleazy drunkards and
self purported 'gentlemen'
different varieties
connected by the same vines
never quite good enough
to pair with her
tannin-coated heart

no,
I am the girl next door
who drinks too much
from cheap goon bags
on friday nights
with boys who hurt
and search for second best
and I cannot spit out
the word no
like I know I should
like I know she would.

and who knows
maybe one day
I will chug down too much
diluted, leftover love
and fall sick with regret
and there will be nobody
to hold my hair back

but until then,
I will overindulge
in unhealthy beverages
and relationships
without pretending like
I know anything
about anything
except that I want to have
a damn good time.

1 & 2

more of my poetry here.