A low pressure system entered my chest
it spun there, or stayed stiller with my spinning
around and around, spinning stillily, still.
Until they spun so fast that the Earth was a distant memory and the sky their floor
kisses were wine and wine kisses, the intoxication from touch became unbearable
But kissing the bottle could never replace her company
and its slender neck and waist just made him yearn for former revelry
and another goddamn drink already
at least the bar rail will hold me steady
or so she hoped.
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