you can't really tell, but this poem was about meeting a beautiful woman while I was in a serious relationship... and trying to enjoy her friendship without being unfaithful to my woman.

Wine Taster

Chilled shiver, hot flash:
She is before me, and afterwards
I can't look away from her shadow
cast in skipped-pebble curves across
the gray seas of my custard brain.
Suddenly S's are simply the audience's hisses,
and all of this, it's a mere excuse
to whisper and wish speech could express
this is not a simple thing, (only
so much more this means than says--
an ant is to God as these words to my heart
surging and sinking with precipitous
need-- need to enwrap, envelope, trap,
swish, and like an alcoholic wine taster

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poem written by JASON PAUL FOX.
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copyright 2007 Jason Paul Fox