On a night full of stars,
I drink wine stirred by the flowers.
I raise my glass offering a glass to moon,
and noticed my shadow holding the same.
The gentle sensationn of seclusion
down the throat,
softening the syllables of every word uttered.
Seeking the slices of the moon,
on a table covered with upholstery planets
Love this line: « I drink wine stirred by the flowers. » And the ending couplet, wonderful!
Thank you so much. I’m so glad you liked it. 🙂
The sky filled with stars wine with flowers the moon offering
(I am here for this night)
Seeking moon slices
I ❤️ When poems create a space for me to belong
Thank you
Loved your feedback. <3 Thank you.