January

wine
red in glass
tilted towards my lips
silk
edged with small bubbles
passes over my tongue
bites slightly
down my throat

one more drink
and then another
bite
disappears
glass empties
wine warm
in my stomach

another glass
one more
bottle disappears
no one notices
but me

soon
i also disappear
descend into wine
red with passion
empty bottle
empty glass
and i am
invisible

@bonnie pignatiello leer
(Published in Juice 2007)