I know that you must leave but before you go
dance
one last
across my palate
like the finest vintage
warm
and mysterious
heady and rich and rare
envelope me
in a tipsy haze
of addled adoration
oh, you would make of me a teetotaler
for when I have drunk this finite cup
what spirit could ever tempt me
to sip again and overcome
lingering perfection
with a lesser elixir
I would rather
abstain
altogether
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