12 AM Wine Ritual

We sat on the cathedral steps last night.

It was raining hard when I met you.

You hugged me for a long time.

A rabbit and fog ran into trees.

You poured red wine onto the stairs

And panicked upon realizing the rain couldn't clean it up

Because there was scaffolding.

You spilled blood on holy steps.

I have to hold back tears when I'm around you

And it doesn't always work.