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Oda Uva

In Poetry on March 16, 2013 at 3:10 pm

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.

 

Julie Henderson, USA

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