Wine Is Bottled Poetry, He

I Have Been Surrounded By Love Letters You Two Have Built Each Other For Years, Encased In Tents.

He Forgets That He Was Someone's Dream Once, Himself.

Unusual Yet Beautiful. Provocative While Remaining Elegant.

Celia, Wait,” Marco Says, Standing But Not Moving Closer To Her. “you Are Breaking My Heart. You Told Me Once That I Reminded You Of Your Father. That You Never Wanted To Suffer The Way Your Mother Did For Him, But You Are Doing Exactly That To Me. You Keep Leaving Me. You Leave Me Longing For You Again And Again When I Would Give Anything For You To Stay, And It Is Killing Me.” “it Has To Kill One Of Us,” Celia Says Quietly.

Everything I Have Done, Every Change I Have Made To That Circus, Every Impossible Feat And Astounding Sight, I Have Done For Her.