Wine Sipped Words

your wine-sipped words
asphyxiate my verse, babe,
like suicide, there’s no going
back to cold hands or a
paper ring – the rush of
sugar in a coffee shop
alone.

© Ben Ditmars 2015

Image Source: Flickr

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