A Young Bottle of Wine
The problems are as long as my arms
Because that is what I want to grab you
With my hands attached there
My legs are a problem too
Because they have met my feet attached
To them running to you
In a vanishing one
Point perspective that
Seems to have switched to two
Point perspective
Now my finger tips
Become trip wires
Tripping my feet taking
Me to a sign post white on
Red ALTO you are
Too young for me anyway
You need to breathe for a while
Not sigh! And let me catch
My breath
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