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Click hereWe drank from two full glasses
of Life’s wines of love and trust
First gulping from them voraciously
with unquenchable thirsting lust
Drinking from those same glasses
then half consumed; the precious wines
We slowly sipped as our consciences
toasted to past, present and future signs
We knew them all as reality;
of vows we’d said before
to others with still full glasses
who love and trust yet even more
As we neared each glass’s bottom;
the wines’ droplets scarce and few
Our lips touched not the glasses
nor each other’s; sad, but true
Both our glasses; they’re now empty
Our lives apart we’ve since begun
Remembering that Life’s sweet vintage
Trying to forget
when there was... none
It's a poem so sad, of life's loves consumed and gone with no easy refill.
This is a sad piece, with wine a metaphor for life and love. As life proceeds, the wine is drunk as slowly love runs out. After reading this I scanned the other comments and will only add that poignant seems inadequate a word to describe the feeling here. Me? I'm ready for a refill.
Your prose here is smooth, it flows like the fine wine so sweetly and metaphorically referred to. One can get intoxicated by your poetic genius.
You just need to toast to life and drink from them with another. A metaphorically poignant poem - thank you.
poignant look at love lost.
I can never make the rhymes this smooth..
They work without being too saccharine or cliche'
Nice to see you, as well, on board this morning.
Get well soon