Soured Wine

The smooth glass contours

caress the potent liquid within.

Illuminating the illusion

of the fermentation of love.

Aerated by your calculated swirls,

Your seductive circulation of lies.

Feelings of love ripening,

Drunk on the promises of sanity.

A mirage of the beauty in you,

Fueled by my veiled conception of openness.

My bottle continued to fill with

your deceitful affection.

Drowning in the swell of infatuation

while you push me under to breath.

Your true elements soured me,

As you slowly drained my beauty.