Chardonnay

Chardonnay

he sips on chardonnay when he thinks no one’s watching
cause the limited minded ones say it’s too feminine
and his station is iron fisted soldier
his pen is idolized in one universe
but it’s his swift kick in the other
yet in both it’s his agile rhythm
smooth like wine spinning in the glass
releasing a trail of something flawless
to be consumed
and I just want the chance to sip
from that glass
and pour back in even more than I recieve
reciprocal
symmetrical
symbiotically united

he sips on chardonnay when he thinks no one’s watching
but his spirit is singing out to me in random moments
maybe it’s all daydreams
but he haunts me
… pleasantly

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