I open my bottle of red.
Watching how it splashes into my cup.
I'm memorized by the depth of the red.
Reminding me of all the blood I would have shed to keep you.

The drop drips down my glass and lands on my skin.
It's like the many tears cried for you but now red.
I savor the fruity but bitter note with each gulp.

It tastes like us.

As the bottle empties my body is now boiling, intoxicated with the thought of you.
The last drop enters my glass.
I find myself unsatisfied and wanting more, more of you.  
But I have to be strong and stop.

After all, it's just w(h)ine.