Peter Kraevski
Photo: yogendra174
Oh, fruit of light!
Swell with love!
Ripen with sadness!
Sweeten juices – dreams!
And let your fragrant thoughts
be honeyed dew
upon your tender skin!
Your taste I do adore!
… This whisper was
the mighty voice of light.
I soaked up its peremptory behest
with words that creep like ivy –
here
in the shadow
of the vines
afore the coming day of vintage.
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