Postcard 2

There is always the moment before
When I know, or at least, I believe
                                         I could just walk away
                                         I could not take that sip
           The wine would remain in the glass
           My heart would remain in the body
But then I always say yes
Plunge head first into the action
Consequences set aside, for now
I swim through the liquid and let it permeate every last pore
Drink down the kisses and bloom with the
Rain like a flower on an arid plain
(Though that suggests drought which has not been the case)
Tomorrow never considered in the moment of today, it is always the
Unexpected yet predictable day of reckoning hanging over my head,
But too far away for now