she asked me what makes me happy will saying, your ass, make you slap me i’m crass, according to my fact sheet perhaps, i just wanna have a blast you’re my thirst trap, looking like syrah to me deflecting back, she said nah to me suggesting, the way to impress her; address her, factually actually, all the above, was said out of love & just like its bruh happiness, is a drug; i want every & no part of i don’t fear the thought of, a lot of, anything hard or bombarding on the contrary, i’m very guarded from heartache & claiming a partner who will party & stargaze bordeaux on my lips hers taste like chardonnay merlot’s up next she purrs, as we parlay frequent, weekend to weekend; then sneak in a week day to be freaky in hallways; or somewhere always pouring more grapes in a glass on blankets on the grass while restating, saying your ass makes me surpass, elated what’s devastating’s, the day our paths change lanes or our conversations stray & strangers or stranger things has us saying, the strangest things like strangers on a train what i’m saying, may be premeditating change i’m a sommelier; majoring in the art of savoring favoring a life of shits & giggles; even when it’s a riddle let’s live a little, on a level, where there’s no middle just the highest plane, above the clouds, above the rain no wavering; so here’s where i gave her a ring celebrating by sabering, more bottles of champagne