up until morning: it's all in a sense

As I sip, bitter scarlet wine drips like blood onto my lips - I leave it there so that when I lean in to kiss, the liquids co-mingle and twist with your clear, salty tears.

I imagine the tears have appeared in order to race me to the taste of chocolate upon your cheek, just a moment ahead of me, or perhaps to my benefit, to leave a dab of salty to balance out the overwhelming sweet.

Alternatively, maybe the tears are simply running to escape the body heat radiating from your skin because its so warmed up, so hot, they work to cool you down just long enough for this brief, sweeping touch.