the clattering train wound
on between iced hills
blue and green bottles
by the wall
down dark cuttings
across a white foamed river
 
just a hop skip and crawl
for shaky fingers
smooth as silk
neck slips and lips
part to catch
last drips
last gasp
 
Her drink like
pale blood
tears beaded
his cheek
 
a song for my lover
don't tell my mother
she couldn't stand
a drinker.

Original poems:

She dashed her drink in his face
the clattering train wound
on between iced hills
down dark cuttings
across a white foamed river

Her drink like
pale blood
tears beaded
his cheek

and:

blue and green bottles
by the wall
just a hop skip and crawl
for shaky fingers
smooth as silk
neck slips and lips
part to catch
last drips
last gasp
a song for my lover
don't tell my mother
she couldn't stand
a drinker.