[ORIGINAL POEM] A Glass of Tuscan Grappa

The truth in a glass of Tuscan grappa,
that life has passed without
having tasted her cherry red lips,
that life has passed without
having kissed her pale neck.
In another glass of grappa;
“it’s all biology.”
The word failure written in bold
already on the seed;
predestined to loose out
and become fertilizer
for another glass of Tuscan grappa
or two