Red Sunset #poetry

In the juicy pomegranate pulp – at the core of my being – I looked for me.

Instead I found you.

A red sunset coiled his flames around my fingers.

I touched you.

Your lips touched the sweet wine of Madeira. 


24 thoughts on “Red Sunset #poetry

    1. Ah, thank you so much my dear Y. You are the queen of poetry and you are so dear to me!🌺☘️🙏🌹thank you again 🙏

      1. this description fits a multitude of wines, my dear B! You are easy…. when it comes to wines 🙂 🙂 🙂

      2. Oh, I would not say! not to sounds like a lecture … it still has to be from a declared geographic area! Oily wines from Australia and Chile do not fit this description.


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