Wine, My Love Poem by Sarah Elizabeth Clark

My neuroses wash away in a sea of red.
When night runs clean, the sea it takes me.
We are all alive, but everything is dead,
Crushed, torn, oozing.

Woozy dances with handsome, forceful strangers.
Suddenly I have remorse, but then it is false.
I’m being chased because I am the hero,
Then, the antagonist, I propel the story into hell.

It’s cold there and the walls are melting.
The ghosts want back what we have stolen,
But it’s gone and they devour our faces
With their golden curls.

I would have left you in the arcade to save you,
But anyway, it’s always trouble
Because they want your money and your soul.
I didn’t have one, or so I was told.

But then, I know I felt love once
And it wasn’t just the longing
So I must have a soul, even if they don’t think so.
It must be greater than theirs, unrecognisable.

The nightmares haunt me by coming alive
To control my head in the night.
Wine, she makes them go away,
But she makes other things go away as well.

Sometimes I really miss them.
So I have another glass and I don’t miss them
And wine, becomes my mistress
And lucid dreams, my lover.