Your language

Language is wine upon the lips. – Virginia Woolf

You made me reckless

and I loved that about you

for

you are like the star in the sky

I can never reach. There is always

that one

that catches your eye

my grasp can only reach

the forest. The sky is

another space I will one day

fall from as I do in my dreams.

Drink wine from my glass

head out into the party with me

St-Laurent is still trendy

you just have to know

where to go

my friends are waiting with

their high heels and Facebook quotes

ready to take my picture and tag me

as I so abhor

as they ask “Do you mind?”

Yes, I fucking do. 

Jack White once told me

“the heart never ages”

and we spoke for a while

but he hates to be famous

and he hates to conform

as most…