Sparkling wine and blood

How should I know,
that red J Le Roux sparkling wine
and blood has the same colour.

The one foams
sparkling out of a beautiful bottle
and the other gushes out of an artery or drips
and comes from the heart.

Yesterday, it feels half a life ago,
there was grape moisture
that came from a bottle
while love was blooming in full.

Today the taste is still in my mouth,
there are still a few blocks of chocolate left
and I wonder when
we are going to eat the potato chips
and when you are gone,
it’s as if nothing here is right
and I loose my heart
bit by bit
with red blood.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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