Two glasses of wine and a view
intoxicated me into you, future
feather cuffs and safest danger.
Every road I want leads to you.
Each energy, lightning or lethargic,
snaps or stretches me somewhere
within reach of your lips, those kisses
punctuate my thoughts and dreams.
That bottle blessed an atheist,
but then, that's Italy, isn't it?
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