I want to be
that last sip of wine
to touch your lips
and kiss you goodnight.
I could be
your bitter red
or sweat white,
lingering in your throat.
Though, over the years,
I've soured
and can understand
being put away.
Still, I am happy
to float away
in my want
and imagine your sip.
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 7:03 PM UTC
I want to be
that last sip of wine
to touch your lips
and kiss you goodnight.
I could be
your bitter red
or sweat white,
lingering in your throat.
Though, over the years,
I've soured
and can understand
being put away.
Still, I am happy
to float away
in my want
and imagine your sip.