The green glass
reflects my face
but only mine. A
glass of deep purple.
Last time i had the red
wine i was with you.
I look into the glass
Into the reflection
of the liquid. I see
your face in my third
fill. My head spins
unnaturally.
My mind whirls
It opens
I see you
Slowly you come
into focus I see the
past moments
when we kissed
"I love you too...
you know that?"
of course i
know that.
And after my
third glass
the truth is that
i want all of you
I am afraid sometimes
Not normal We should
have certain instincts
Perhaps i am not
some sick pig
or i don't react that way
i should.
carefully taught to fear!
But my mind cancels
the functions.
I want you
I love you
You are my glass of wine
my second
and my
third.
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