malbec

we watched the sunset red and wise
and tasted of the malbec cup,
until the stars were on our eyes
and spirits down were taken up

we knew the wind and shore were ours:
the secret hills, the sudden flow’rs,
like drifting boats in hidden slips
the taste of malbec on our lips

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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