Best Poem of A. L. Breitling

With every face, the absence deepens
and the amethystic properties of promise
stumble on the flagstone of improbability.

The dipsomaniac or dionysiac brings questions
in the light of wine to a fruition
fast designed by chained desires.

Hoyden smiles, conveys an eyebrow up
then sips upon the . . .
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To Beauty
Drink to me only with thine eyes
and leave the beer for yours truly.
I know it’s hard not to despise
this poetic ha and quite unruly
soul, but for our love, give it a try.
Let me taste those lips so lately
kissed by wine, that I might find
inspiration or a buzz, however slightly
felt. So here’s to . . .
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