Vineyard

by kholinar

Upon review,
rewinding what mattered;
her narrow vines
round wrists
(hanging writs).
Runaways fain
pencilling pavement, unsteady
as treetops eclipse
their heady maize.
A kiss,
delighting legs unsteady,
planar fates align
and pencil crude matter,
unsteady and narrow.
The pavement shatters,
runaway.

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