grapevine

the labyrinth moving

through dreams like a
grapevine entwined,
it's like stomping on
fruit to retreat every
last

.

.

.

drop
of juice, extracting
the bittersweet through
your teeth, fermenting on
tongues, caked onto
champagne plastic cups
like lipstick, the skin
stains by bleeding
reality and these
addictions
together