eyes meet through the mist of your social responsibilities

brown

with green

cocky

with teasing

dark

with light

a gap in the line you drew between us

a crack in a wine glass that starts at you and shatters toward me

the glass is smooth

but sharp

and the wine is bitter-sweet

blink

dark eyes shift to her

light eyes gaze in envy

a dark pool of wine bleeds onto the floor

but the taste still lingers on my lips