'til found the drug you'd spiked
in the dregs.
I noticed the taste
and knew what it was,
but I always trusted
my poisoner's wiles.
As the woozy gauze
grew legs, swept me
off, gaining traction
in me, and the slur crept
into my honeyed tongue,
the dark dilated beyond
my gaze, and
I guessed it
was probably
just the wine
the remembered
that we'd
had none.
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