Flirted away in an art Deco ballroom late into the night
Then slept all day today
There’s a languor in my blood, my veins flow with wine
And wine-dark grapes are growing all over
O taste and see
Vines grown with salt brought by the sea air
That from the distant isles, brings a flavor
Of things that yet may be
A sea’s a mug for all that
A mug to be quaffed in a draught
And when I have swallowed it whole in one bitter gulp
What island will you take shelter in? what refuge
Wont the world be too dry?
Too small—far too quenched
For you--distant one--to be left unspoilt?

~~scio amo
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