JanuaryA Poem by Daniel AffsprungOn The Social Night, a subject i find intriguingThe night begins with good intentions, As nights usually do, but little by little, The faces appear. The glasses make their surreptitious way out from the cupboard And feel the worrisome knock of ice The quietly comforting singe of Lips and liquid. But the ice melts, and the lips, the lips... Their thirst never ends. The lips remain as the men with peace of mind And heads on their shoulders start to question themselves, And the company they keep. © 2012 Daniel Affsprung |
AuthorDaniel AffsprungLewisburg, PAAboutInterested in what people think of my writing, and what to do with it. Please contact me with your opinions, ideas, or questions. Pennsylvania more..Writing
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