Another vain triumph...

I moved my hand...
A swirl took place
In a wine glass...

A light spill...
That a tissue
Took care...

...While the space between
Expanded
And then, some more...

I played with a strand
That had escaped
But still stuck to me...

We looked and
Looked away
But

He dropped his eyes first...
All to my vain
Triumph...

I still held ground, for
I was the insulated one
I was the one who

Could or wouldn't
Swirl the drink
That the wine glass

Of his life
Tempted me
With...