A second glass of wine

Some nights I need a second glass of wine Here we are poised like vultures on a limb internal yearnings turn thin fog as we dine. My mouth stutters as it runs ahead of my confusion proximity to his powerful aura is a chink in my armor in his shadow my own worth seems an illusion. His pale eyes can become cold as glacier pupils shrink like blackbirds chasing a horizon to restore a mantle of invincibility my sole prayer. To nourish my soul with expectations is disappointing I only feel as conspicuous as a fly on a wedding cake wishing for solace listening to a song is frustrating. Now I need not a glass but a bottle of wine with the edges of the room veiled in darkness struggling to be formidable will be easy and fine. @jjote030224