I didnʼt wanna drink,
too many strangers,
too much noise̶
and i hated the burn.
But you looked at me,
with that warm,
vanilla-sweet smile,
and said,
"donʼt worry, iʼll stay close."
You held up your wine glass,
"try this,"
you grinned,
"i love wine,
especially the bitter kind."
So i did.
I sipped it̶
that deep red swirl
on my lips,
and for a second,
i swore it tasted
like you.
We sat there,
you and i,
just two strangers
pretending
this wasnʼt magic.
but i saw the way
your eyes lingered
like the aftertaste of wine̶
warm,
dangerous,
addictive.