Aglianico

The word is for greek
it came out of greek
ink-wine, oaked
bright phenols in
those parts of my mouth
and yours. I walked with it
into late light, shiva beads
round me. Hailed by whom,
my blurry eyes: oh, him! Smile,
sit & finish glass on blanket, might as well
be a hitchhiking poem. Chuang Tzu couldn't
be more than. How will your apartment. Bread &
oil like carnal. When another could just as.