on the drift
i close my eyes
beckon & recall
raw chapped lips
stained red red wine
yours, mine, both—
who could tell?
in thrall;
that was the day
of my dying
red red wine
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on the drift
i close my eyes
beckon & recall
raw chapped lips
stained red red wine
yours, mine, both—
who could tell?
in thrall;
that was the day
of my dying
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5 responses to “red red wine”
oh I love this so much!
Thank you 💕
I feel this. Memories.
Thank you. Glad it triggered something for you, hopefully pleasant. 💙
Absolutely! 😊