One Night
last drops sitting, dizzy
drunken upon parched lips
too far off in the distance
I'd lick them, if there
a luscious libation of dreams
soliloquies of intent, aligning
if for just one night
an astral ray on a darkened pond
swaying in the wind
chest ripped open
bearing old wounds
and the scars that beat them back
I'd put you on your back
as you face my consequence
wandering about your world
sipping juices out of your cups
plucked plump
straight off the vine
an empty bottle of wine
but I've got more
than what you need
in moments like these
we come together
and bleed
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