A Young Bottle of Wine


The problems are as long as my arms

Because that is what I want to grab you

With my hands attached there

My legs are a problem too

Because they have met my feet attached

To them running to you

In a vanishing one

Point perspective that

Seems to have switched to two

Point perspective

Now my finger tips

Become trip wires

Tripping my feet taking

Me to a sign post white on

Red ALTO you are

Too young for me anyway

You need to breathe for a while

Not sigh! And let me catch

My breath



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