The frenchies have
come and gone.
Open receptive
are the grape leaves.
My fingers pull
at the grapes.
Purple fat and bleu.
I do things to her
that she likes.
Then two leaves open to
cover one huge grape
these grapes
are for jucin she said.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'll add grapes to my shopping list