The Elephant in the Room
The sun is sinking, low and gold,
a story's starting, yet untold.
The elephant is on the label,
but I'm the one struggling to be able.
It tastes like silk and velvet dreams,
or liquid gold and heavy creams.
One sip? One harmless kiss?
One bottle down? I am the hit-and-miss.
The glass is drained, the bottle light,
a gentle fog obscures my sight.
I see the elephant.
It stands calm and still...
While I surrender the heavy cost
for every velvet line I crossed.
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