The Depths of the Chardonnay
This is how I burn when the going gets tough.
Smothered with memories doused in alcohol.
This is how you will ignite me.
With the flick of a word, wine bottles slumped beside me.
Rolled out from my arm like the red carpet rug.
Out cold like Sleeping Beauty,
I await a prince to free me.
From the spinning wheel who's peddle I ride.
That pricks me as I’m spun inside—
This body that enslaves me.
Cornered by the dragon—
An illness that has caged me.
I await a prince who is braver than the last
To fight through the bramble and kiss my lips,
though I am sick with an invisible disease.
But “Fight,” To him I say, “Fight!”
For I battle the nightmares every night.
Within each cork that I unwind,
And the fire that breathes inside,
I am caught in the horrors of my mind.
In poisoned drinks I’m paralyzed,
Until his kiss with icy breath
Vanquishes the fire within my chest
To love and die, or burn and live —
His hand will guide me from the rift
Away from the golden cliffs
the oaky taste and velvet bliss
the memories that I can’t forget
His breath will cool the fires rays
To free me from the chardonnay.