Cherries sedated

Crooked corks topped our 

tilted necks we craned

to drink Cabernet only with stemmed glasses teeming with red 

warm tears she drank hers 

with ice in her own 

peculiar way we manifested bodies boardered against one another smothered souls in detained solitude crowded I crossed my 

manners over him and piled along 

his checkered stark 

skin ran beside me as I tried to pull myself along to roam 

the risk across the born the 

woken the lovers the 

gone we were all gone.