But you must already know these things, no?
Then have a little titter at the expense of this neophyte initiate.
When I drink, it’s usually a beer or two (rarely three).
Upon a time, it was good rye whisky-
neat, please, and room temperature.
On Christmas past, someone brought a one and a half litre bottle
of Black Tower Rivaner Rhine wine.
It’s been in my fridge since then, unopened,
until a day or two or three ago.
At which time I felt like a drink.
Not used to wine, I gulped it a bit.
But then, you know,
it left a pleasant afterglow.
And so I sipped,
coating my mouth with the perfume.
Taste buds as erect as chilled nipples,
sprouting new branches.
Such fine detectives.
No need for sudden buzz, now.
Savor. Lengthen. Make the glass last.
But alas the glass did pass,
save for a single drop perceived.
Wet the tongue tip just once more.
Fire up the city lights, I pray,
A’fore one last lullaby.
Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.