some affection
is of the champagne
variety.
there is the pop,
the bubbles,
the fun of it all
pouring out.
the tickled pink
drink of it
going down,
but by nights end,
the bottle
has gone dry,
gone flat and what
was once
infatuation,
brimming with hope,
is now old hat.
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