Precious Sips
written by: James Bell
@bel_avocat
Red wine, frozen in time, carelessly dripped from her seemingly clay cold lips
Her love, measured in oh such precious sips
Came fleetingly in fractured dreams as a sign
I still lie awake, the truth unsaid, waiting to taste her long since forgotten ruby lips on mine
Advocate & occasional writer.
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