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Italian Shoes…And Pressing Flesh Pleasures

July 24, 2016

 

grapes

I love the smell of leather in the morning

with the sun rising over sicilian hills

footprints heading for the vines

grape expectations as my glass overfills

faithful friend following at heel

crossing fields of scented treasure

lavender hedges and wild roses surreal

a landscape of beauty in which to leisure

 

these are dancing days

when you can dance allegretto

to timpani self crazed

and quickstep a little minuetto

without feeling fazed

 

reaching the grape to sate desire

crushed warm juices under leathered feet

flowing in the knowing

adagio to imagination so complete

this is the dance of summer replete

 

crimson exuberance lays below

leaving you with expectant tapping toes

and now the wait in mottled obscurity

from vines so fine comes bottled maturity

 

and then the true idyll is uncorked

poured with prescience and expectant talk

the result of years of pressing the italian leather

a glass of life, drunk in good company a pleasure!

 

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2 Comments
  1. jennyah46 permalink

    A beautiful poem. Exotic.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. A lovely piece transferring me to the continent without the queues or the panic of flight.

    Liked by 1 person

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