He chided me
ridiculed my love of zinfandel
for his love of grigio
never uttered another phrase
though I was in a haze
craving heartfelt, sincere
phrasings, tastings of mellow linguistics
his words so descriptive
his ambiance mythic
and finally in silence, his silence
I became a statistic, plagued
by my own persistence.
end 11/4/2016
S. Darlington
I’m running out of adjectives. You are wonderful.
Nice rhythm, don’t like the sound of this dude though. Oh look at that, it’s already Pinot Grigio O’Clock.
Thank you. I’m sure he’s not that bad; it’s the wine/whine that does it. 🙂