like a fly drowning in last nights wine
i flutter, gasping for air--drunk on you

sinking below the surface the red haze clouds my vision
the thick heady scent encompassing me

my wings pound rhythmically
as i rise to the surface once more

concentric circles spread from my epicenter
tiny quakes of my heart, my love

can i be saved? or shall i sink
and succumb to the intoxication

my wings forever stained
transformed by an accidental change of course