This poem was a hangover poem, dedicated to my love of the previous night - wine and vodka.
Wine voice woman
Tongue sweet with roses
Worship my pillow whispers
But your breath befouls me.
If you cared you'd ask
Just why?
Empty bottles cover the floor.
The answers not deep
Or traumatic
Or repressed.
It's a ticket for something more
It's a shattered glass
It's a simple loving caress.
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