Wine . . .
Tastes so delicious when it meets the edge of your lips
I personally savor the liquid sensation
Losing myself in an alcoholic embracement
My glass barely filled
Keeps me satisfied among laughing friends
Our conversation tantalized with drunkenness
A few young women pleased with the way life has been spent.
Wine and friends.
More than recreational, more than some postponed get-together
This is a few good women drinking on behalf of feminine revolution.
For the trials and tribulations.
With politics sweeping the background noise in high volume
The world seems so peaceful through this wine bottle.
We are not winos.
We celebrate our promotions.
Women without men
Causing a commotion.
Out without the irritating sense of devotion
Harmless flirting-
Never aware of troubles brewing
Sophisticated rebels.
Making jokes, as if not a care in the world
Hair loosely tied back from our ears
Professional gear of business.
The wine clouding the appearance
Of strangers
Innocent proposals.
Women and wine
Friends to dine with
To pass the time in
This short lived journey of power hungry authority.
Written by: Desir'ee Chavez