Wine.
She is so loved.
So red,
and so many lovers.
With every sip
they kiss her.
Is the redness her lips?
Or the reddened cheeks
I wonder. Continue reading “Wine and love.”
Unlike humans, thoughts are hard to kill.
Wine.
She is so loved.
So red,
and so many lovers.
With every sip
they kiss her.
Is the redness her lips?
Or the reddened cheeks
I wonder. Continue reading “Wine and love.”