Drinking.Wine.From.Mugs
Curled up. On the worn-out, grey couch. A mug for you and a mug for me. There’s some show on your television, but it’s on mute, and a bottle of cheap wine from the grocery store on the coffee table. Our mugs clink and I take a tiny sip and put it down. I don’t need the effects of alcohol. You lift my chin and give me tiny kiss on my mouth. I put my arm around your ribs and snuggle closer. I’ll have to remember to teach you how to really kiss me.