Red Wine Boy

Oh, you're like ripe red wine,
and your lips are so divine,
your body like a small boy,
The eyes so blue, you could overtake Troy.

Gypsy me, gypsy she with bangles to make sound instead of words,
No, I'm not a black girl, a lover, a soul woman, a person to fly with birds,
But don't let your mouth go running from me,
'Cuz I need you so much, you with eyes resembling the sea,
and all it's insane waves and even the sky will flee.

Your hands spin stories to match your tongue,
And you'd never need to capture me, so stop pushing your lungs.
Can you tell me I'm in love,
Or say I'm a monster from above?

Published April 26, 2010 Write a comment
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Raju Baruah
magnificently accomplish remarkable expression....well crafted verse.you succeeds to create whole ambiance...10+
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Frank James Ryan Jr./FjR
A depictive sensual work, with commendable impression....You display solid literary talent, especially in the area of pictorial description...Tou have a flair forthe abstract, which is very good, as todays Maccomplished artists both in Writing ,Painting, even Sculpturing for the most part earned their nublic notariety via their penchant for the "Contemporary". Smooth structural movement is paramount in poetics...as without it, you risk your well chosen parlance being read or recited "choppy"and sans evenflow.Several of your lines could have been cropt ,and in doing so would have made for a smoother, flowing read....Hey, we can all (no matter how good we be or think ourselves to be)finf room for improvement...myself included,Mucho-Grande ! Overall, a solid effort here,KM......\\\FjR///
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