My love, suddenly
your hip
is the curve of the wineglass
filled to the brim,
your breast is the cluster,
your hair the light of alcohol,
your nipples, the grapes
your navel pure seal
stamped on your barrel of a belly,
and your love the cascade
of unquenchable wine,
the brightness that falls on my senses,
the earthen splendor of life.

Pablo Neruda

 

 

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20 thoughts on “G is for Grape”

  1. The poem was beautiful but I can’t stop looking at that vibrant lace in purple (I call it papal purple – but grape is a great description too!) Delightful lingerie my lovely.

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