Wednesday, 15 February 2012

Sipping Impossibilities

your awkwardness, mistress, mingles
unhappily in my drink and I
have to sip through the entire thing
smilingly

hushed helloes and straining grins
hugs as cold as a weekday morning
add a taste that lines the mouth
numbingly

I hear your laughter at others
and it creates a whirling eddy
swirling in the glittering glass
mournfully

you take your leave of me
with a silence, a final drop
of unnatural colour I taste
bitterly

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