ATM (18-12-1986 / Dhaka, Bangladesh)

Wine

Wine flows from your lips
wine how sweetly
sung from your voice
makes my breath drowsy.

wine
craves your intoxication
upon the rosy fields
of my life.

Wine
is your touch
upon the red
red blood of mine.

wine
how sleepily
sweeps all over my body
and brings forth
childish innocence
and waltz in the evening sky,
of my pleasure.

Wine
how it flows
from the love
of your body
and brings life to me.

wine
it is you,
you intoxicating
the moments
of my worldly cravings.

by abu tarek md tahsin

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