You are
the sweetest wine
to parched,
sun-dried lips
the bluest oasis
in deserts
no one
could survive alone
the last drop
of rain
in a flood
a sudden rush
of blood
to my heart
a rhyme
without reason
I repeat through
wine-stained lips
I wrote this poem from a prompt in dVerse, the virtual pub for poets. The prompt calls for the writer to write a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title, and including the word “wine” in some form.
Seamus O'Shaughnessy, Jr. 
The blood/ flood rhyme really stands out. Nicely done
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Thank you! 🙂
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Intoxicatingly romantic. Who wouldn’t swoon if you read this to them.
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Haha thank you!
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You’re welcome!
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This was delightful ☺️ I really enjoyed it. Thank you.
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Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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You know, Evan, it’s so interesting that you made reference to “blue” because it so caught me by surprise – given the prompt. This was perfectly executed!
❤
David
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Thank you, I’m glad I was able to surprise you on this one haha
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Y.E.S. Quadrilliffic.
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Here’s to the wine, love — here’s to you!
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Beautiful!
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome!
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I can feel the love in this … wonderful poetry.
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Thank you!
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