Another stale glass of red wine graces my bedside table.
It stands as testament to the obvious:
You did not bring me anything new.
Sure, when the bottle was first opened, there was a pleasant aroma.
I think when one is thirsty however,
Even cheap red wine can smell like an intoxicating perfume,
And I was thirsty. I readily admit this.
You, however, paraded yourself in more expensive notes, hues and tones, than belong to you.
It was not by the way, an entirely awful seduction,
And when you’re thirsty, even stale red wine will do.