When you and I near meet together lip to lip,
Through the intoxicated haze of mingled breath,
what seemed inevitable is interrupted
as your parting mouth let’s slip
a question whether this would be clever
and what felt like it could only be true love
or something seen on television
becomes suddenly something unshared,
and tomorrow, to avoid embarrassment and upset,
we will agree to forget it, as a drunken thing.
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