My Wine
Neither the sky nor the moon's phases
beckon my mood now - as
you are here in every sense
without the passing desultoriness
I see you inside my closed eyes
my deep breaths pump the sweet love ras
that fills my mind with your craving
as if to bring near the moment
of knowing I am no different from you
you are the wine I promised myself
to drown in and lose my balance
I have made the plunge and kept the word
I will have no complaints nor regrets
if you choose to subsume me - and
I need to explain to none
if I even come out of your hold
anyway, people make their own stories
that people want to listen
nothing changes between you and me