shot glass
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Robert Tremmel

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Winery woman

hands me down a glass
the color of night sky.

When I drink it
I can feel every star
burning and when she laughs
the stars shudder and go out.

Deep between her breasts
a fountain of night sky
splashes in a brick courtyard.

Night sky flows through bread
baking in brick ovens

and true eternity still flows.

Far below, down twisted stairs
racks of sealed barrels bleed
nearly invisible
drops of night sky.