Bordeaux Poem by Charles Hancock

It had been a night filled with Bordeaux
And the radio was turned down low
She was still sleeping on top of the covers
A long time friendship upgraded to lovers

Before I got up, I gazed at her body
Then off to brew a pot of coffee
The fog in my head was like a shroud
And I attempted to not be too loud

Whoever thought it would come to this
Friends who ended up doing the bedroom blitz
The spin of my world has been revised
Perhaps one day it'll all be formalized

That'll be a ways down the road
Before one of us changes our zip code
What path will we traverse
Once chosen, there can be no reverse

Crap, I'm out of coffee creamer
It's black or nothing for my dreamer
Oh, I think I just saw her blink
Maybe she'll want a Mimosa to drink