Sonnet: On Sharing Wine Poem by Lorenzo Costigliolo

How intimate can strangers be at first
Their voices yet unheard, blank faces, still
Eyes eagerly awaiting, lips with thirst
Desirous to impart what words they will?

Imaginations flow through river banks
As flooding streams of words o’erflow the bounds
That hold them, checked, as soldiers do in ranks
Controlled by masters, sentries on their rounds.

So do I seek thy wondrous self too soon
As dewy dawn seeks dusk and moonlight, dry
With hunger, passion bringing both to ruin
Without love’s moisture, strength, to make it fly.

My silent lips apart a bit seek thine
As lovers would one glass in sharing wine.