Close your eyes and whisper:
If red wine ran through your veins
You would be Dionysus’ muse
The lover of gods
The inspiration for legends
The nymph of dreams
The vineyard of hungry lips
The grape of thirsty souls.
If red wine streamed from your breasts
You would be the fountain of life
The eternal source of happiness
The discord of drunken lovers
The refuge of aching spirits
The companion of starry nights
The healer of the tormented
And my everlasting glass of rapture.
Rapturous poetic words so well composed. Too good.
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Thank you for your kind words! I am glad you liked the poem.
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Welcome so much.
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So beautifully penned.
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Thanks a lot!
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Wow! I have just read it twice and it is so magical, so relaxing and soothing like wine! thank you.
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Thank you for reading. I am happy the poem spoke to your soul.
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Amazingly beautiful lines mate ✔️💯
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Great to hear that, Nirant!
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☺️☺️
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Beautiful ! 🙂
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Thank you, Paul!
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my pleasure 🙂
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Mmm, that warm-bellied, fuzzy-headed, ecstatic love. I like how your imagery plays with the realms of Greek myth and hints at the wine-of-the-body metaphor also inherent in Christian beliefs (where joys of the flesh are normally trod upon). More!
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I am happy you have read beyond the words. I am trying to keep the flow of inspiration coming and to give voice to creative ideas.
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Great work😀
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Grazie!
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Powerful poem, great word play.
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Thank you very much!
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