when my blood is warmed
by dark red wine
and I am forced to feel
what I chose to ignore
the first thing
that comes to mind
is you my love
my true habibi
and the bittersweet realization
that although
we will always love,
we never be lovers.
On the bright side,
this masterpiece remains untained
in a gilded, sterile cage,
untouched by human hands
1-16-08
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