what i like most before the drink
is the flow of the wine from the bottle to the glass
the hands that gently hold the tip
and the gentleness by which the wine if poured
slowly like love enjoying the
foreplay
before everything begins to be
uncontrollable
i like the sound of caress
smooth as it flows down to my throat
to the veins of my heart
on one such lovely evening.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem