Grapes Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

you broke winey grapes for me
green cylindrical fruit shape
and taste of sweets
you said: wife
for you I have grapes
juicy in the colour of hope
heated up with sun with wind swung
in night the moon invited them to the sleep
they here grew for you
you could satisfy the desire
and eyesight enjoy with view
when are looking into windows
of holiday home in secret
kind of creeping on fingers
they are speeding along the ladder
into different sides