if she would put a kiss in a glass of wine
I would join it there
with one of mine
no draft could I ever drink
would cause me to
stagger over the brink
I look at her eyes above that rim
and leaves me floating to sink or swim
I see how your fingers ensnare the stem
and feel them creep
up my hem
lost an I a hapless
soul
who aches to have all of you whole
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