I drink your words like champagne,
the crisp bubbles gliding
down the curves of my grin and
yellowing my opened blouse.
I drink them to get drunk,
to ease my fears and all
the reasons I hold on to you.
I drink them alone,
in the secret of the dawn,
their pale pallor glistening
the color of the sunrise.
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