love #6

when the taste of her wine
bygone from the axons.

and the stale odor,
of once flinging aroma,
is the only substance
which fills the empty bottle
of your psyche.

you, lightly sentimental,
yet delightfully gallant
will savor the residue
from the coldness
of the fine crystal.

(and remember)

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