Older Wine Poem by Riza Braholli

Older wine

You're...the older wine sips,
Filling my nights in a glass,
Pouring them on my lips,
Nights like grapes you crush.

You're... the older wine sips
Fire in the cask imprisoned.
Madly bursting to beds
With heat hastily driven.

What to drink first, but eyes?
Black an' bright an' deep,
Or on lush breasts full-size
Crazily lie down and sip?

Led by lip's shadow, I wander
Over your soft an' curved body
My wild instinct can't ponder
Heat of breath burns you hotty.

You're... the older wine sips,
I'm the thirst luring lunacy.
Either days of life, or nights,
Not enough to drink you fully.

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Translation from Albanian into English
By Alfred Kola
Korçë, June 1st,2018

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