Soapte macerate

grapes

Se-aduna clipele ca boabele-n ciorchine
pe coaja dulce se coc arome de la tine
cand razi de vale, cand te-ncrunti la munte,
cand strangi in pumn griji si intrebari marunte,
cand soarele iti fura pacea din privire
si pune stropi de ploaie sfidand o fericire.
Am sa te beau ca must icnind copilareste
la pasul tau usor ce-alinta si zambeste,
ori poate am sa astept ispitele ce vin
din asteptarea prafuita pe sticlele de vin,
sa te prelingi in mine, sa simt in fierbinteli
cum furi din minte ganduri si imi dai ameteli,
sa ne lasam imbatraniti in lipsa de vointa,
sa-mi ceri sa-ti fiu si prima si ultima dorinta.

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