toping over the top (for Lan)

in each glass of wine I drink
I can make out your face   my love
then so much sweeter does the wine become
glass after glass   a bounty of glasses
I quaff    you fill me to overflowing
oh beauty   you make me delirious
the delight of being with you always
moves me again and again  moves me
to the very crowns of the trees
I rise up   I touch the heavens themselves
I pet drunken clouds shambling in the breeze
all this in every glass  dear love
for in every glass I find you

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© Gregory V Driscoll 2014

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