wine synthesis

the hot day in june

on the foggy couch

your humid skin tasted salt

as you taught me to dive

into the stratosphere

without dying

you would not be quiet

telling me

the sea is the only enduring thing

flowing

neuroses would not kill us

our bodies wouldn’t stiffen

and i drank your wine

ruthlessly intoxicated

time after entropy

hearing the rattle of machine guns

outside town

falling snow mutes sound outside

and when a shell explodes a couple of blocks away

the blast sends

shockwaves into

your skin and primal harmonies

not even spiced wine, warm cinnamon can

bring back the colour on your costly features

as carbon acid snow falls over frozen defense positions

and the matchstick men

sink into the night

there is a place past entropy

in the center

where amber lantern casts its glow

shadows alive

the sap rises

here we rest while

bumblebees and gnats hoover

over our subterranean bodies

wine synthesis of

spider web dew and bodily fluids

brewing

©  Anders Enochsson