In the absence
of those much warmer
and softer
hands
and their way tighter
and more covenient grip
let us hope every drip
of fine wine
from your vine
can entwine
a similar trance
so that the yearning
in its bitter burning
finally ends.
26/01/2020
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Just hand in hand. No plan nor command.
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Vines have not the same touch, but we do what we can, my friend.
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