Mendoza Love (II) #poetry

over the Andes the sun is dying.

your lips taste of wine made from Mendoza dark grapes.


i will get drunk tasting your lips.

i will immerse my body in your ecstatic tears.

i will grasp at your love


The first version of this poem was published on Ascerblog.


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