Not yet five o’clock on a holiday afternoon, but who’s counting?
Open a bottle of rich red wine, and let it breathe, as I breathe.
Deep, slow exhalations, anticipations, celebrations.
Firecrackers crackle across the lake, driving the cats under the bed.
Pour a deep glass, notes of lavender and wood smoke grace the tongue.
Lazy limbs, liquid limbed, one sip leads to a second, then third.
The sound of our beating hearts superimposed over the pop! pop! pop!
Independence day? Interdependence day.
Hold me until the sounds cease.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
enjoy your wine chimes, and this rings romantically patriotic which is better than naughtily nationalistic…I guess…as I no longer have an interest in thinking about american politics….
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I might be really drunk.
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I had a bit too much…ayayay!
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Excellent verse – for cats 🙂
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Thank you! Although my cats refuse to listen to my poetry.
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