Jennifer Shloming

to forget.
You will not exist
after a few more sips of this.
The blue eyes, that star in my dreams, will fade into black.
The deep voice, that delights my senses, that my ears prefer over any other sound...
Your words,
your whispers,
your secrets,
and your screams
will be forever silent
after another glass...
maybe after one more bottle
or two.