if I were to imply
I’d imagine grapevines
pumping my heart’s fill of,
red wine
seeing processes through,
my gullet indulging time
pouring you into my cup of life
your sweet and dry
meeting my lips
cold as dry ice
then a warmth ensues
two natures combined
as I consume ages of truth
in the form of you
but that’s only if I were to imply
the chemistry,
between you and I
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