Stain

Sipping
            Red wine
Until it spilled
           All over a white dress
                                  Never mind�
All the while
           Your candy-cane hands
Were stained me
           Pink like divinity
Such a beautiful color
                                 When you see right
                         Through it
And we fell asleep
             You, with your fingers
                        In my hair
And grassy eyes opened
                                   To a kiss
                        On my forehead
So the stain became
                                    Hardly noticeable

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