Manonton Dalan (virginia, usa)

i know-
you won’t join me
beneath the moon
to taste ferments
from crystalline glass
nesting on satin

though you
have that longing
wedge within-
embering to a glow
warming winter cold
to degree of comfortability
yet doubts drape
with gentle feathery clouds passing,
sprouting buds concealed
too young to foresee
blooms on mistletoe

but i’m most hopeful... enough
that i could... i could laugh