Poem: New Love’s Wine


drunken vineyard of new love’s wine,

what bliss you bring to fruition,

all content it outweighs

fateĀ unveiled through grape vines, intertwined,

whispering into my bloodstream; quickening heart’s pace

when the fruits these vines bear ripen

& grow heavy stemmed,

we smile politely,

we smolder,

drinking under tender night’s gaze.

but by the first break of light,

such love is lost & condemned

hope for fate’s hidden agenda

is all that remains