Lush

Hello,

My first-sip-of-wine girl.

Do you know what you are doing here?

By the contents at home in the corner of your mouth,

I can assume you don't.

Did you escape for the night-

for an hour-

from the depths of some crocheted embrace?

What do you seek?

Fair crease, expel

all your wisdom this way.

Cut through this fool's chasm and tell me:

Are you happy?

Would you like to taste the morning like you nibble at the edges of the gathering?

Or will you retreat- eyes darting to the mantel piece?

I do hope, my sweet,

that I get the chance to make you laugh.