How do you do it?
Make me feel the way I do
Two minutes in your city
And I'm reeling
With vivid memories of you
With your voice resonating in me.
I wasn't ever there with you
There at that spot
Where now I could see you
Sit across the table from me
And talk to me
And behave as if
It's the couple on the next table
Playing footsie, now, then.
How is it that all seems so real
Like dry wine down my throat
I feel the tingles, the bitterness,
And the taste lingers.
I love it!
But how do you do it?
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I like the poem, not just for Narcissistic reasons but because of the way in which the lines come together. Bitter sweet like the wine. Like you.
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