Midnight Lambrusco Poem by Lea Kardov

Midnight Lambrusco



I want to drown in your river.
Sweet red blood, sweet red love.
This pain is the only thing that makes me feel alive.
Melancholy tastes like angel-made summer wine when the darkness approaches me.
Set ghosts free so we can be.
Shivers in the waters of Elysium.

Wednesday, October 19, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: wine,summer time
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