Red Wine

A prose poem about insecurity in romance.

Photo by Saman Taheri on Unsplash

I bought a bottle for the both of us
but your throat is never as dry;
you never so thirst as I,
sitting across from your roaming gaze.

Don’t you want some?
Just a taste?




I don’t have the answer, but I have experiences and would like to share them with you, but will you share yours with me?

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Slaidey Valheim

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