“boheme”

darling, I’m in wonder
my fingertips
washed in rouge wine
my glass
star-bathed in the watercolors of
a dozen stringed lights
dripping off the vines
of this old bar
my being
soaked in the music
of a familiar song I have fallen for

you

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