Amidst swirly red twines
I sip I wait and watch
the pale haze around the corners
sip in the bitter-sweet taste of our conversation
in small sentences, by two.
"Bitter sweet" ? of all that we have experienced
What would we want to hold on to
Are we mellow? Happier? Cautious?
Are we counting our steps?
Or are we holding our breath till the seconds run out,
You contemplate your sobriety
You negate my affirmations
I wait for the wine swirls to fade out
And I'll hope for the reds to fade to white
(To be continued......)
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