red wine poetry red, red wine, not much is as fine except perhaps for beer taking away all of my fear and i do very much like whiskey, always giving me the key, but tonight i’m just fine with the wine, mostly because it is all mine. Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...