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light A joy I can sip and remember If I can hold the pain at bay If I can forget that Dark December</p><p id="2271">They say I’m holding onto grief Not drawing poison From my heart and head I toast the night with Pink champagne And see a sunrise from a hotel bed</p><p id="40ae">Salt tears trace down a windowpane The night’s bright stars Both blur and waver His name in my mouth, an incantation I need to spit out Where I once savored</p><p id="09d6">The name is a spell I do not cast Yet, the ghost of us still lingers on Summoned by the blush Of pink champagne No matter the time Since he’s been gone</p><p id="f87e">My heart is a relic That won’t move on My memory is a palace With a secret door Bubbles dance in this reliquary When they disappear, I pour one more.</p><div id="1fb4" class="link-block"> <a href="https://psiloveyou.xyz/empty-space-matches-your-shape-8d40325cea15"> <div> <div> <h2>Empty Space Matches Your Shape</h2> <div><h3>Poetry Sunday</h3></div> <div><p>psiloveyou.xyz</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*3iTH2fIqP2vooDUJ)"></div>

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Pink Champagne

My heart is a relic

Bubbles dance inside my glass Rising, swirling in the light The blush-tint hue touches Blush-stained lips One sip only To invoke one night

The stars above were near to touch And the city lights spun out Like stars below I was caught inside a gaze My hand in his Lit by a candle’s glow

His name in my mouth Was an incantation His lips tasted of pink champagne His eyes were bright With dark temptation To murmur and to moan his name

Bubbles dance and rise again Another memory comes to mind Of peaches tasted, Dripping, wet In the summer sun The sin was mine

Or bubbles tasted on a cold, wild day The wind whipped sand into my hair But his hand pulled The tendrils loose And wrapped them in his fist To hold them there

Bubbles rise up To dance in the light A joy I can sip and remember If I can hold the pain at bay If I can forget that Dark December

They say I’m holding onto grief Not drawing poison From my heart and head I toast the night with Pink champagne And see a sunrise from a hotel bed

Salt tears trace down a windowpane The night’s bright stars Both blur and waver His name in my mouth, an incantation I need to spit out Where I once savored

The name is a spell I do not cast Yet, the ghost of us still lingers on Summoned by the blush Of pink champagne No matter the time Since he’s been gone

My heart is a relic That won’t move on My memory is a palace With a secret door Bubbles dance in this reliquary When they disappear, I pour one more.