Dinner Wine#
The dinner wine of nervous dates
once grew upon a Summer vine.
The Autumn wind now hushed awaits
the dinner wine.
Beneath the Winter’s pure moonshine,
our words distill like concentrates
til fingers find yours under mine.
A taste of Spring now circulates
as starry arcs began decline,
the final drop that dedicates
the dinner wine.
August 2025
Date |
Publication |
Status |
|---|---|---|
September 6, 2025 |
Funicular Magazine |
Pending |
September 14, 2025 |
Passionfruit Review |
Pending |