stars ring their symbols low
soft winds wander
through aisles of wet vine
your fingers press glass
like thin strings -
oh, how my skin thirsts
to be the notes
that warm and glide
through summer’s solo
do you feel it?
when my smile fills
the candlelight on your face
do you hear it
through red wine
intoxicated from the volume
of our love?


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I was amazed with every word... This was beautiful.



























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