Unwind with glasses of wine, feel fine
talk of the past and share laughs.
Once you’ve broken the seal
one tends to reveal and release.
Secrets leak out and the truth
fights to vomit out the mouth.
Red red wine stained lips whisper
“I’m fine, just going to bed.”
Eyes closed and reopen,
I’m floating in a blood red ocean.
Exhausted and trying to stay buoyant,
nose above water,
in a panic as my jib fills with fluid.
Pulled up from my shirt
I regain sight of light and
see that my Burmese queen had saved my life.
“Are you okay?” she cries.
Covered in the red red wine we used to unwind.