I never tasted the wine of your lips.
Never sipped that anthrax ambrosia.
But I did taste the air between us.
The electricity in the air
Jumping from tongue to tongue.
The buzz of a sweltering summer afternoon
As the storm clouds blow in.
Or in the bite of winter air
As the ice cracks from the cold.
I never tasted your lips
But I tasted enough of the air
To know I never want to go there
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