a foot in two worlds

a foot in two worlds
on south terraced slopes
vineyards rose in awnings of foliage
feet lifted me up ten-foot ladders
through green nearer the divine
fingers easily pinched the dangling blue
thirsty skin touched every soft fruit of the earth
but not tin or plastic
heels digging into grapes it was love
stomping through the eve in granite vats
tannin tingling skin before bed
before blowing out the candle
the blood of christ on my lips then hers
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