The sky 

The sky was midnight blue and the birds were sleeping soundly in the trees

Another glass of wine the champagne tickling my tongue

The bubbles spiralling down my throat

Containers of spices on the kitchen shelves made me feel warm and cosy

We were sat at the table drinking our way to oblivion 

I remember your voice as soft as spiders webs 

I yearned to touch you

your smooth skin beckoning me

We never did make love 

I cried a lake into the morning alone and hung over in putrid frustration 


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