A canopy
of bejewelled stars
opens up
in my heart
as it slowly
spreads in my shrivelled veins.
I enter you
quaking like a supernova
shuddering
from a vague memory
of a colossal
crash that took place
eons
before my birth…
Just published in Wine Poetry Bilingual Anthology, Voces del Vino edited by Maria Palitachi
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