she boldly asked
"are you awake?"
at 3 am
and i rolled over like i always do
at the sunset, 10 hours ago
i was awake for sure
crouched in the corner
waiting for the bordeaux to age
and she hit me with a song
like no other I had heard
"dinner is served, dear,
are you hungry?
are you waiting for me?
is this the last supper for you and me?"
just then, the big light dipped into the horizon
pitch black doldrums again
forcible exit again
in my memory
i have but one love
in my memory
i have but one dream
it's of you and me
crouched in the corner
wine-drenched lips
waiting for the sunset
never
adt
short hills, nj
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