Sky spills over silhouette of ghostly clouds fading pink drops of diffusing wine into crystal clear water.. air filled with tinkling shards. ***** smells upon my hand, my pale palm my warmth seeking fingers on the glass.. wandering around checked tablecloth, stained with fallen foods and lost alcohol...
And grinning faces making rounds flocks of laughter known, unknown, grim, glee I remember of Golden knobs I once held. which brought them here. which brought me here.