Wine Legs

I fell into your world as naturally as I roll through mine.

A surge of energy, a snap decision, a story —
you arrived on time with your darkness & your demons,
living skeletons dancing seamless
routines, but you broke step to lay between
my sheets, confiding secrets you did not have to keep.
Your little white lies are safe with me.
Pushing boundaries is your favorite and
“I miss you” carries weight when you spill over
like legs dripping down your wine glass —
boozy indications, drunken implications
flow effortlessly into your well for safekeeping.
The stories you can’t tell me keep me fawning
for the night & in the daydreams I allow, while
you linger longer every moment you can spare to spend with me.

Your agreements are contagious.
I checked boxes, signed a waiver —
this circus is your namesake, I’m a patron
sitting in the stands for free.
Seconds from the sun, we burned brief & long enough
before gravity pulled you back from tempests seas.
To love you in this life would be a dream,
but that is not this —
so tomorrow, I will speak with you in whispers,
and think fondly of your quivers, sipping solace as you go on,
pretending you’re complete.