evenings.

I’ll sip my wine slowly,
staring at the sweet red with glazed eyes
making it last long enough
to let my heart relax.

I’ll be counting on you
to hold me together on those days
when falling apart seems to sound
like the easiest thing to do.

You and the smell of cologne
at your neck collar.

Hold me together
however you like.
Just do it as often as I need
and when I decide to cry,
let me, or not.
Whatever will work,
I cannot say.
I only promise to return
the favor.

I’ll drink you in, light-hearted love,
and forget everything heavy.