champagne Risen (Some jottings) Is it the champagne That makes my head spin so? Are those bubbles Coalescing through my chest? The taste on my tongue Is wrong. I hold you, in the ways I can. I do not trust myself, Yet you trust me. How do I do this? Holding myself back Is hard, yet not impossible. Impossible would be to leave. 130316 what's it to you? who go blather from