Annie Johnson\Summer Apple Wine

Annie Johnson

Summer Apple Wine

Your lips taste like summer apple wine Sweet with the memory of moonlight, While winter lingers too long on my lips. The apple blossoms bloom again, white And the wake of your shadow lovingly Crosses the barrier of time and need. You kiss my lips in midnight’s madness; Ecstasy awakens; in the heated darkness. We blossom in the silent waves Of swimming love sighs hanging Above the posts of our soft bed. Night enfolds us in love's delirium Of fervent kisses and tangled limbs. Morning awakens to find us Deep in exhausted slumber, covers Hanging halfway off the bed And sunlight creeping across the floor. We rise to meet the duties of daylight. I am drunk on summer apple wine And the lingering taste of your lips on mine.

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