If I drank wine I wonder what it might be
like to share a glass with you,
maybe we’d even finish the bottle
by nights end.
I’d wonder how our glasses might flicker
from my little distance
& the prisms snatched off tealights
as they kiss your mouth in shadow
before I had mustered
[up the courage]
the chance to.
I could sit and pretend I’m different now
as I was then
but my eccentricities
[refuse to let me]
& now
I don’t believe I was ever really
as free to be myself
I was hoping your mouth could bring
[us both out]
because I think you’re pretending
too
Could it be we were both dead
on arrival so much so we both
had to meet to be revived?
Do I dare to think we agreed to this?
Do we dare…
–LM
Lovely imagery, you paint pictures with your words today. 💕
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Thank you. ❤
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“I was hoping your mouth could bring us both out” omg my whole heart… this whole poem glows. 🌹✨
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Exactly!!!…, the moment I read THE verse – something inside me roared -,, Damn it, she was writing about me!” Im the same! I feel it same! 🙂
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Beautiful yearning tone here – you capture that uncertainty of love’s unspoken secrets perfectly! ❤
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