Waiting for August

March 28, 2011
You will depart, then return
Greeting me with the seductive tastes of wine
On your sour serpent tongue.
With your arms around me like a grapevine on a terrace
I will find the perfume of
Sweet fermentation lingering on you still.
Your speech slurring,
Legs swaying,
Sight fleeting.
I’ll go mad with loving you,
Who loves only
Amaranth





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