looking through the wine bottle
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at the lights, which turn yellow
you cross my mind
your yellow shirt, your dark skin
blending perfect like
only you, it could only be you.
I wander through wishes
of your touch, i wander through
wonders of you. the
jokes, the looks, those eyelashes
i stand there hoping
to see your face turn to me like
you telling me i was beautiful.
maybe just you, in general.
all of you, i want
like rabbits, i'd...
and again i wonder if i imagine
those glances or if you really
made eye contact like that and look
through this wine bottle
hoping you do...
i follow the outline of your body
in constant wonder of you.
someday could be today...