For Vino 1 Poem by Mishack Mchunu

Youthful Vino: my fruity vine.
Sweet wine fermented from your mother's belly
For you I will never draw a line
Let I dine my sweet and edible jelly.

Like the stars, let us rise
As they go to sleep, let us dance with romance,
On our light of love, with wise
Let us run as he rise and long for another night; another chance.

Come with a loud voice
And a strong move to the love we make,
Tell me to stop, wait and make a choice
I choose to come with you too for you walk better than a snake.

Oh Youthful Vino, I wish you taste not the milk from my lonely breast!
Lest I imbibe the juice from your mute lips and you forever thirst.