Old movies do that to you
In all of their black and white glory
They couldn't tell a grey'er story
Or invoke a more multi-color dream
Dream, not an event real
Separation, necessary
Many a (mis)consequence averted
And in those monochromatic, multi-reel
Grey tinted frames, snowy films
Lie the true romances
Of wine tinted afternoons
And legs entangled in crisp white sheets
Reality stays rolling credits away
And until then, the critics at bay
Wine is full-bodied, afternoons passionate
The sheets crisp
White, subjective.
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