poetry is red wine and rum, your words dancing around me like butterflies in the dawn youre the girl i think about you say, and you fold into me like the way chocolate chips fold into cookie dough batter, baked to perfection, i love you, you say ive loved you for so long, i whisper ive always known this moment existed suspended in time somewhere waiting for us to reach it, and here we are. its poetry, i swear.