i miss something in my life
i remember
the tub and the candle lights
and the champagne that we poured
on our hair
and we drink from there,
i drink from your tongue and
you drink from my ears and we savor
what sweetness is there
drop by drop.
we know where to end and we really
ended it all dry
till the last drop of champagne from
our hair.
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