HARVEST

HARVEST

Your voice sounded enchanting

on the phone
that warm day in August,
and I dreamed of grapevines
and ripened grapes
full of sugar and drunkenness.
And I imagined the cool shade
under the plane trees
along the babbling brook.
And I was tasting your body
and from your nipples
that I longed to kiss,

I took the drunkenness and the honey.

MANOLIS, Greece (1947)