Thursday, May 21, 2015

Till Three

We talked for a while
It spoke sweet, complicated truths
I nodded and sipped, tempted to toss the garnish in a bin
It asked politely
“Where do you want to be?
Maybe you should just…”
Well, you know me
I listened to it talk and talk
I nodded and sipped, tempted by its fruit
As the evening crawled into bed I looked at my stretched out form
Under the bedroom fan and a single lamplight
I heard it talk but the words were all faded
I faded
The wine talking

Till three

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