you go to my head
like red wine
like light on a Sunday morning
like the jazz song I keep hearing in my head
each time we kiss.
you go to my heart
like real tears
of joy
and sorrow
like the warmth of an embrace that makes
the sun shine on us so bright.
you go with me
my darling
and I with you
we're drunk
in love
and wishing we could be
apart
but only
at the distance of one heart.
PS - you just told me I am drunk.
PPS - that's exactly what I want to be.
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