red wine (8/06/20)

chains clink, wood creaks.


the birds surrounding us sing their sweet song,


perfectly in tune with the sound of your voice.


their melody is almost as intoxicating as the crimson nectar that stains your lips.


as we rock back and forth on the porch swing,


i wonder


if anyone's wine breath has ever smelled this sweet,


and question


how i can keep this picture-perfect moment captured in my mind forever


just like the polaroid of you hanging on my wall.

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