Oracle
Smoke curled up like incense
between us,
twining jealous, lover’s fingers
aroud our gazes.
The truth is madness,
your eyes said
but I drank it like spiced wine,
sacred.
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Is spiced wine the same as Sangria bc I got kicked out of my Aunt’s wedding again.
“lover’s fingers/around our gazes”- great line break, adds nice drama with a unique image.
Great poem! Looking forward to reading all your poems.