Wine Sunsets
we were raised on wasps
cleaned our teeth with stingers
after feasting
on poisons left behind
in pockets carefully lined
with the plumes of vagrancy
we tasted the wine left behind
at parties where
only the best mingled
clothed in customary blanketed emotions
sweeping aside alien lovers
ducking under tables
we laughed at them
turning our teeth outward
to fetch flies
circling in fathomless trajectories
at sunset.
© 2016 Audrey Howitt