Glass of red wine and a summer breeze

Heighten my senses, yet…

Silence the self-absorbed egoistic babble.

I can’t help, and I can’t care.

So, I don’t. I won’t.

I won’t think about it.

I’ll think about where I’m going

and what I want,

and who I want to go with me.

And sip the red wine,

And feel the looseness in my limbs.

The lovely deep garnet of the

Cabernet Sauvignon

Hypotizes my psyche

So I can’t think about it,

or remember it.

Just every now and then,

a memory crawls out of the murky depths

But I send it away.

Not now, not tonight,  I scold it.

Not tomorrow, not ever.

I stand my ground.

The balmy breezes whisper my name,

in light caresses that remind me what love feels like.

Love is out there, somewhere

waiting to join me and the red wine

and the summer breeze

and the looseness in my limbs.

So I’ll think about that.

And send the rest of it back to the murky depths

From which it came.