Bottle of Disorder

An opened eye dream
Brown specks in eyes of green
A suffocating inhale
Don’t watch, I will strive
And I will strain
You drop blood in my merlot
And tear's in my champagne

An abstract sonnet
A rule broken rhyme
hair disheveled, legs Intertwined
A pattern in the chaos
A black hole in a starry sky
A grand clock strikes
as you are passing by

A sip of breath
A simple dance, soft, hard
Between our hands
One taste, I will try
I will savor
My bottle of disorder
With a heavenly flavor