They say the darker the berry the sweeter the juice
Yet the eldest wine couldn’t be as sweet as you
Nor could a sip from the most fermented grape
Compare to how your kiss intoxicates
And makes me high so that I fly in the most glorious of skies
Though not those within which the heavenly bodies reside
But those that are your eyes, those glorious windows
I soar in the galaxies that is your soul
And though I leave
Rising from your breath in order to breath
It is you that I still inhale
You’re the my air, the balm that makes me well
And I spread you across my damaged parts
Because you’re the mend for my broken hear
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Submission Name: First Fruit of the Vine
