Letters of wine

notwithstanding your virginity
I kindly request the delivery
of your spirit

our shameless moments of love
were destroyed by decades
of scepticism

my love, our bodies interact
regardless of blame for
ourselves and for God

God doesn’t show us where the sun is
nor helps us through our journey

letters of wine were drawing our passages
of love and promiscuity

miniature souls appear through the windows
of our imagination

the Almighty creates a box
through which we could
apparently communicate

merciful shadows appear and repair
the damage done to our ancestors

our blood and our veins are deeply rooted
in our traditional values, in the grounds
of our cradle

the cradle of trust in ourselves
and in the Almighty
lies in the depths of the pain
we suffer when we refer to him