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Nov 2018
Another glass
(bodega red)—
Christmas lights,
all buzz-eyed bokeh—

I want you close,
my nervous tic,
my lunar love,
Cassiopeia—

this holiday I
said too much,
I made a fool of
both of us—

but I don’t drink
to disappear—
I drink to kiss
my fearless lover.
I love you, with or without the wine.
Benjamin
Written by
Benjamin  27/M/Milwaukee, WI
(27/M/Milwaukee, WI)   
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