Into another night I go
Sinking sensually into a ruby red glass of wine
I swirl it around, and around and I imagine
I can see you in its depths
So achingly red
I imagine I smell you when I breathe in its body.
You came to me again last night
In my dream
You took me into your arms
I breathed of you deeply and exclaimed with surprise
“Oh, you still smell like you!”
Awake, I ache
You’re not here
You’re so very far away from me
In time and in distance
And with her.