4pm, outside a wine bar <br />Glasses in hand, the bottle <br />Half empty - on the glass topped table. <br /> <br />We speak of love - <br />Love of things we own and care for <br />Love of ourselves, and each other. <br /> <br />The wine tastes better as time moves on <br />Blood red and with a different taste <br />As my eyes focus on you. <br /> <br />Your look comes alive as it <br />Remembers authors, Anais anin and Diane di Prima, <br />We talk of their writings <br />As eroticism rises <br />We move closer. <br /> <br />The bottle empties slowly, <br />And then we rise <br />Hand in hand, <br />Saying nothing to each other <br />We walk to our apartment.<br /><br />willow moon pearce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chemistry-of-love/
