love is like that

the slow fizz
of champagne, love is
like that.
the cold sweet
liquid
rolling down cheeks,
and chins,
upon breast
or brow.
the bubbles of infatuation
at midnight,
the corks sound,
happy in flight,
love is like that.
half drunk,
half tired, half in,
half out
of the bottle,
what remains
gone flat with time.
love too,
is like that.