I took the remaining bottle
of plum wine
and went out to the pool
on an especially erotically
windy night
and with my feet and calves
quite wet and cold
and my pen in my hand
I wrote to you
sad love songs
and I drank the bottle alone.
Admittedly
I am one of my favourite of persons
to share a drink
and a conversation with
and one of the only ones who will oblige.
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