Teasing The Rows Poem by Giovanni Bellasario

Running through the full vines
hiding behind any row in sight
enjoying grapes along the way
who will be the lucky vine?
a stolen kiss will seal her fate
the grapes will witness his first date
eagerly he catches her from behind
as she pretends to have been caught
they dance in fruitful splendor
like beautiful, young butterflies
they are the only ones that exist
other than the fervent, robust grapes
who are graciously engulfing their passion