Improvisations on a Poem

The poem is for a future:
you think of crimson wine - crushing
a slow soaking - seeping
you think of bubbles -
bubbles dodging, floating, shivering

A poem is for the future, but love,
love has to be now:
you think of a cliff -
a melting cliff - you surrender
and slide

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