Love On The Vine Poem by Christopher McInnes

Love On The Vine



Our fingers intertwine and lock together
like strands of vine woven into trellis
and when they press one to the other,
flesh to flesh, the fruit they bear
is heart shaped and its juice is ruby,
like blood oozing down
the trembling face of the world,
like the miraculous tears of a Madonna
worshipped in the heat of the Alhambran sky.

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