Intoxicating Wine Poem by Charlotte Ballard
Intoxicating Wine
Being in your presence
Is like intoxicating wine.
Remembered, replayed, touched
The distance is divided
And I wish that I could
Move closer, bring tighter
The two that once were one
For a moment, a young moment.
I don't touch,
You don't hide
Our eyes breathe the distance
No closer, two bands of gold
Divide.
Just a touch, a longing I must
Hide. A promise given
Honor provides.
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