It was small,

The first one.

Grey Goose vodka

You requested it,

Specifically asked for that bottle to drink

The night we-

I, yes, it was a small one,

I was fearful

Not then as I should have been

Not as we now know

No, then I was too excited,

You drank it with pasta

And a sense of abandon

Tossing cares aside

Flotsam of life,

You smiled and laughed

And drank half,

The vodka on your breath

The hurt in your eyes

The hunger in your touch,

We made love,

From need and desire

We created a moment

That lasted years,

Now, dust covers the bottle

A small one,

Grey Goose,

You requested it.

— Gus Victoria

 

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