words and space, selected and arranged
When you and I are paired with wine, airports are intimate,
Which as a clothing genre is the French noun lingerie,
Whose roots are sewn of linen, and a smattering of smut,
Yes, woven flax, that smacks of flask, or flasco (Latinate).
I like movies, candlelight dinners, and long walks on the beach.
Flask articulates bottle, a libation raised to you--
The classical drink to honor classical gods.
I pause, imbibe, and then sound low two chords in footnote blues:
This wine is praise that flows toward your bod.
I've always been partial to men in sweaters. ... Have you been working out?
The English flow's an echo of the Old German for wash,
Which could mean a thin coat of paint since the Restoration.
And paint is slang cosmetic, whose synonyms once crossed
The Arabic al-kuhul, a fresh libation.
Another drink, please. ... Hey. ... Hey, Toots! Set me up here!
Alcohol, or spiritus, is the soul of anything--
The Latin for the pure or the essential.
I pause, imbibe, and then unleash the thrill of footnotes freed:
Spirit sparks or activates potential.
He never really understood me. ... I'm complicated.
Act is life aroused, or otherwise awakened,
And wake's an Old Norse eve before a feast--
The drunken, merry revels in old Per Persson's glen,
A Proto-Germanic disposition swiftly passed.
[yawn] ... We could share a cab?
Time slipped away will wink or blink or twinkle.
Time slips away when the sun swings down low.
I pause, imbibe, and then imply a final footnote wrinkle:
An ancient wink prognosticates the morn.