WINE

1.

WINE

Red

white

sweet

sour

I asked her preference

as my heart raced faster.

Wine

made us evade thoughts about

our transgressions and what we sought to do.

Heightened our sensitivity, blurred our consciousness

just the perfect residue.

Wine

is the ally that never leaves,

the mistress whose thighs you still spread apart even after uttering your marriage vows.

Its filling fills me with pseudo confidence through the long nights

and every drop unlocks a door

that was fastened by sobriety.

Wine

the local denomination

forbids that you tarry in my cellar

how discomforting it must be,

that I feel this comfort when your constituents moisturises my tongue

Hope,

however short-lived,

but

Stirring enough waves to glide

me to an island of serenity.

— Effa Owai

2.

More Wine Sir?

My lover thinks of red lips

and sultry hips,

red dresses

and thick locd tresses when you say wine.

You say wine and she thinks you,

laughing with mirth in your sing song voice

thickly cloaked in heady sensuality.

Wine,

unravels you,

massages your shoulders into ease,

wraps your throat in kisses,

Seduces you into floating limbo

But,

you say wine

and I remember my tiny voice asking ‘More wine sir?’

as his fingers dug inside me,

‘More wine sir?’ with his tangy grape breath bending to kiss me,

‘More wine sir?’ his eyes blazing red and my cheeks burning hot

‘More wine sir?’

‘More wine sir?’.

T A M I L O R E.

3.

“Cheers”

While we clank glasses

In congratulations

Of what we have become

In time past

And times to come

I sip

Of sobs,

Whining

Over this bottle of wine

That you and I

In uniformity

Must find the things that set us apart

In common.

It is but a travesty of thoughts –

Like putting old wine in new glasses –

Mixing new emotions with old memories

In this time capsule we now swallow

With pride.

If I find again

That you sip of that ruby scented bottle,

Consistently bottling up feelings,

As I bottle again

In a game I should have mastered;

I’ll take a stroll down your pharynx –

Which is but a stone throw to your heart –

Where you stomach glad juices

To the remembrance of us;

Here’s another bottle

Of my silly whines,

Sealed by a kiss –

Cheers to the memory of us.

/XIII/

4.

Wine.

You were there when I made all my mistakes—

When I cried, you filled me up till i went numb.

I failed to see the stakes—

Judgement has come.

I have grown closer to you—

I missed all the right steps.

I was intoxicated by your texture—

So I poured till I drowned myself.

I’m grateful you never left—

Like my friends did.

You never threatened me with cost of these bottles.

Like my family did.

Oh! I live for you.

As long as my cheques can pay.

I’ll be with you.

Till my body turns to hay.

– 96th Savage

5.

Wine

aroade

endless love making

with you this man

your eyes alight with lust

when my body dips and twists

teasing your strength

and endurance

as my touch

releases the knots

in your muscles

you swallow your spit

your mouth thirsty for my juice

different from the way

i know you before

cool, calm and collected

you’re tasting my name

at the tip of your tongue

ravaged by my scent

my kisses- light and feathered

makes your head spin

intoxicated by the power

of my sex

drunk with love for my flesh

i’m yours to taste

in bare red, fine like wine

drink me up.