Monday, March 21, 2016

Love, Thou art wine,

LOVE, Thou Art Red
Red wine so
Succulent,
You drip
From Your
Chalice
For me,

And how
See,
How I carry
The scent
Of Wine

The Redness of Mighty Heart
Thine!

Love,
You are a glass
Of my Open
Open wide sky

A sky of twilight
Turning red
And orangy
Bright!

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