A little wine and you think of me,
A little more and you want to be
In the back seat kissing me.
Virginity is sobriety.
My older years have come to be
Passionate, but bad for me.
You needed wine to be
Desperately in love with me.
Drunk, you loved me desperately,
Your beauty loved me desperately.
Sober, your beauty
Was cruel to me.
Was the wine true?
Or the sober you?
We never knew.
It’s the worst
When love is a thirst:
When sweetness flies
And there is only wine—and lies.
