Sip because if you don't now the 

exposed red of your lips and 

simple half life you've made

will dry up and only the floods of dark wine will

ever make sense.

Play the piano because if you don’t let your fingers tremble over black and white keys in the homes of this or that loved one

then you will never be satisfied with anything less than symphonies and sobs of instruments pummeling one another to just be heard.

If you don't taste this now, if you don't bend with the whims of the way you want to move 

you will ache with hunger and your stomach will wrench with need and writhe for the places you said no to.

If you don't kiss me with lightness in your lips

then I will infiltrate your bones and devastate your sense of self with the lingering of my skin on your skin and my laugh will resonate in your ears and we will never stop aching.