Straight champagne or Veneration

Upon your tears
I'd throw roses.
Upon your smile
I'd free the horses.

Upon the passing of years
I'd repeat the doses
through quiet and hostile,
hail the new heirs.

Upon your kind request
nothing I would deny.
Upon the ground or a nest
I'd drown in this sky.

Upon you
I'd raise toasts.
Upon your velvet and sheer
I'd never fear ghosts.

28/01/2018