Wine & Whisper

A daydream of invoking magicks
I peek between the languid vines
Your spring gaze forever lasting
A dance of drunken reveries
The raindrops of these dreams sublime
Where wine gives way to flushed musing
As fingers dance upon my heart
It has formed from need to want
In closures freedom I’ve discovered
Under this willow tree I long to be
A honeysuckle between my teeth
As I wait grinning playfully
With grass stained knees
And music on my mind
A love which burns my skepticism
And eyes that ground my fantasies
For whom, I wonder, talks to me?
Is it you that’s beckoned me
Or plays with my sentimentality
For does it matter either way?
Perhaps summer knows better


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