Bottle of Wine

Last of summer warmth.
 So late into the night now
 as we’ve talked about
 all there is we know.
 A bottle of wine, empty,
 sits between us.
 Unsteady, we rise to go in.
 You laugh, almost tripping
 over you own awkward feet.

I take your hand,

 guide you the bed,
 as we slip under sheets
 and cuddle up close.
 Quickly, you are asleep.
 I kiss your head.
 I adore you, my love.

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