It’s sad because I thought you were wonderful.
And I thought this was it. This is what I’ve been waiting on.
Now you are still wonderful.
And I’m not sure what I’m waiting for anymore.
Call it a kiss, but
I want to dip my fingers
into a dark wine
and paint your lips red
and let it drip down your neck.
I want to cup your wet chin
and raise the goblet
of your fine wine mouth to mine.
I want to drink from you
until we taste the same.