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Stains
9/2005
I sipped you like a fine Californian merlot
slowly at first, savoring flavor
on every pallate of the tounge
quickly now
so that little bits dribble from
the corners of my mouth
and drip-drop
staining my white blouse
next to the brown smudge that is
chocolate
from when I fed you truffles
that had melted in a summer sun
melted onto the ends of
my fingers and I licked
them almost clean. One smudge
escaped onto the blouse
that is there in the corner
as I slurp our bottle of wine.