So little time   so much fun 

to blunder into each other 

a late prima donna summer

afternoon felt the tug   of a tiring sun 

let all that we had been holding

slip free   momentarily fall

loose among the dance party legs

recyclable amber tumblers 

knocked over  a precious fermentation

fizzed and spilled   soaked into the soil  

this was your last chance 

to have me

hold me  

scold me

bad   so so bad

clap and stamp   encore

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