WINE
You used to taste of wine.
I could barely tell,
so unfamiliar was I
with your lips,
their vintage,
their style and scent.
But I learned to recognize
just what you were like
as I recognized
how much I liked it.
I did not know much about fine wine, either.
I was clueless about so many things.
So many ways I should have behaved
words I should have used
strategies implemented
became clear to me too much later
too late...
I was so ignorant
and unaware
of just how intoxicating
and addictive
you would be.
And how empty everything would be
without you in my hands,
sipped, swallowed, satisfying.
You used to taste of wine
but now
all I know
is that wine tastes of you.
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