Wine Of Day Poem by Lekë Loshi

Drunk from the wine of day
And from the sorrows of tomorrow
I haven’t found the right words to say
Or the form of courage I may borrow
From the stirring wine of day
I have found the common words to say:
“Please don’t leave, please will you stay? ”

There’s no use in lying
Your face’s delicate contour
Kept my lips softly trying
To please the nymph soul those lips bore
Pleasing, soothing, softly to the core

With every tender kiss, soft embrace
My heart was screaming, yearning for more
My eyes lurked, explored, secretly prying
I tried to taste every bit from that face I adore