Cold!

The bottle was cold ...

fingers squeezing neck
reminding me
of last night

you touched my hand
looked away
said
“Goodbye”

no reason
no explanation

you stood
half smiled
and were gone

leaving just
red wine ...

my lips kiss the glass
as your blood
cascades into me

...too cold!

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A contest entry

leftover wine by Luna Tique Fringe. 850 points, ended July 29, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest

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Luna Tique Fringe
July 29, 2008
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A sad lovely piece, nicely done. Thanks
Thomas Scott
July 25, 2008
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Yes.
Beware the cold blooded.

I think you got this one.
Good luck in the contest.
Bad Bill
July 24, 2008

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The perfect balance of bitter-sweet memory and regret. You know, although you prefer rhyming poetry, I think you're actually a very talented free verse poet.

Cheers,
Bill
Wandering Woodchuck
July 23, 2008
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Nicely penned. It is a poignant poem.
arafura
July 23, 2008
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I like this very much! A wonderful take on the prompt!