The cerulean centerpiece that is your gaze.
While outside, a blizzard blankets, keeps
The timid away from old Maggie Mae’s.
A glass of hot autumn held lithely in hand,
I survey you, nervously peeling your label
But I don’t mistake it the way others do,
Deadly addictions they can’t understand.
Thrill in our voices, water rings on the table,
Caught in our mutual truths.
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