Oda Uva


Consider for one moment the grape:

its blood red color
--
its tough skin--

its sinful contents

In love acts between nurture and nature

it is conceived
like us all 

and like love,
with time 
and steady consumption,

it drowns us
in lunacy
and ecstasy
and stains our lips.

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