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The Perfect Amount
To be just two of you
A copine and copain
Sharing everything as you figure it out
All of life’s cherished and saddened moments
To see each other as beyond bare
Stripped of pretence and fear
Just sitting, staring, longing
Senses ending elsewhere
Tonight, we open up
The tantalising smells
The deepened potential
Of a whole, entirely complete
Bottle of French red wine
The perfect amount for two
Just me and you
Love has been dreamt up
And slurped down
With just one bottle
The correct amount
To be puffy in our thoughts
Clouds of cumulus swirling around our brains
Soaking in more and more exulted neurons
As we become elated in the misty haze
The outside world doesn’t relate to this
Can’t touch this precious melting joke
It’s out there
With its larger and smaller quantities of wine
While we’re in here
Sipping the exact amount
The world can have its casks
Its half full glasses
For we have just us and our wine
To have succumbed to the pertinence
of this here bottle
And all that is represents
As we beg for the act of defiance
To remain right here and now
For just one precise sip more