Did I not pour for you
A generous portion
Of that strong and woozy
Stuff that signified my love?
Clumsy, I spilt it upon myself
Falling like red tears.
And did you not receive from me
That heady scent
Which lingers in your
Hair, your mind and soul
Until the morning's clarity
Rises like a veil?
But you poured for me only
A sample cup to taste
Then pressed my lips with
A white cloth stitched
With a whisper,
Goodbye.
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