Somewhere on the table,
Kept the taste,
Chocolate, cherry and hazelnut.
The cup..., the wine.
Looked at; fate.
Vanished, the bouquet; the wind.
Thought flees away.
Diving in textures, and tongues.
Sweet breath of the Gods.
Soft touch of the lips.
Liquids and dreams.
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