domingo, 26 de janeiro de 2020

Weaving

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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