I drink each glass as a toast to you

A toast to the sweaty moans

You induce

The tears to which you reduce

The goddess that I am

The one who waits

Silently in devotion

The bottle is empty

And so is my heart

There is no more

That I can give

It all belongs to you

Now and forever

My fate is sealed

Another bottle uncorked.

This poem is based on something I wrote in college.  Time can give you perspective, but it doesn’t always free your heart.  ~ Love, Lu