There was one glass of beige wine left
That seemed appropriate
and one clean glass, the one with a curvy crack.
That did too.
I cuddled glass and wine to my mouth
we're the friends who understand one another
and only sit in silence
though there's much to exchange
there will never be the time to say it all
so why start
why not just feel our skin on each other's
And I promise I will drain slowly
and the glass and wine promise they will swim slowly.
March 10, 2009
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