Two glasses sit empty on the table. They bear the marks of last night. From the hue of red wine to pink lipstick, they tell of a wonderful time. From when we toasted to things that we can't remember until you kissed me passionately. The glasses tell the tale of what transpired between you and me. Once we drank only as friends, but that moment has passed. Because of the wine that stained the glasses, we have become intimate at last The glasses witnessed you laugh and they saw you cry. Your tears are on both of them as we both released what we held inside. So as we sleep silently entwined in each others loving embrace. The stained glasses wait silently to bear witness to what will come next.