Bunched grapes hang loose
on bush purled white
the sweetness of your voice I bless
Long hair, sheered, I press
against my chest; the pleats
that fold your heart undress
My mind you leave behind: duress
wild sea interrogates purple sky
the sweetness of your voice I bless
This night your colour drawn to rest
is more than life to fall like grapes?
that fold your heart undress
You play a string of marbled magpie notes
that from the vine I crave
the sweetness of your voice I bless
Too near my chest your face turns frost unrest
your lips sliced pear as fruit in juice
that fold your heart undress
the sweetness of your voice I bless
Rose van Son
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