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Wine and Everything Else

by sibyllene

All through the evening I chase you
from couch, to wall, to floor,
after three years aching
for the touch of your shoulder, cotton warm
against my bare arm. You laugh
at a joke I didn't say, and here
I'm always
with my eyes
reeling you in
like red yarn.
There is a distance
I'm afraid to test, a stretching of
time and love I cannot bring
myself to breach.

I watch him braid her hair.
It's clumsy and sweet, and I feel
the touch tugging me, softly,
to the root.

Wine is too sweet against my tongue,
the music too loud, too sad, I'm drifting and
I anchor in the sound of my name,
held gently in your mouth.