Decanter The Wine - Poem by Mark Heathcote
…Go; dispense your blood sluice days
In the fragrance… where love
In her seesaw balances lays.
Betwixt - the stars hereof, above…
…Now; the stopper has been lifted free.
Let her vintage pour; …henceforth…
Anew, let the original, genie flee
That never once flew, back or forth…
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