Author's Note: A passionate night..I don't know why I wrote this. Something
just came over me...I barely know what the poem is about. In your review,
do you think you could leave me your own interpretation? Thank you much.

Dance of the Red Wine

Walking down the silent street,
I saw your eyes from far away,
And all the world was screaming at me
"All you've to do is stay away".

And yet I cannot help myself
As I taste your lips so sweet with wine,
I feel and want only you
And the blood that flows from your mouth to mine.

And now we spin under starlit sky,
Waltzing to songs of greed and lust.
Time has stopped to stand aside
Erasing the things we should and must.

And when we dance we move th' earth
To our own erotic beat,
Our once sophisticated hands
Moving with a primal heat.

The stars just then begin to shake
To match our ragged, panting breath,
And amongst those cries of ecstasy
I pause and gaze into the eyes of Death.

It is my own mortality I see;
The clumsy spilling of blood and wine.
The incarnadine stains on the blankets and sheets
I understand are not only mine.

And though I know not what goes on
This much has been made clear to me:
Through red wine spills and broken glass
It is what you feel, and never what you see.