#2,524 Under a vine

Under a vine
[& in a stone-cooled
room] I sup on travel shots –
you
a chameleon overseas under slip
of Greek skin
[on cotton sheets] –
I
sip on an oozy Calvados
[a gifted
kiss from you] –
You’re sunk in to
my mind as a graceful marking of
shadow-passings at our irregular
intervals
[I will pursue time’s grip
by our breaths in my mind] –
You
will return with fine Greek words
to re-centre
[I’ll bring poor Ivrit]