vineyard.

vineyard.

we crossed the hills in no-man’s land

together in

body and soul

in the middle of the night, in

the coldness of the rain

through the water-filled trenches

and storm.

the sounds of the highway were slowly

dispersing

silenced by the whooshing wind

and raindrops, and the only

thing i could hear-

your voice.

and as we walked on, we looked

for a vineyard

like the one i dream of us having one

day

and we searched together and found it

in the end,

spanning acres of

flooded land.

as we walked through knee-deep

mud,

shivering

under the blanket wrapped around us,

the vineyard came to life.

in looking back, i could see

thousands

of rows of grapevines reflecting green

and royal purple

in the unseen moonlight.

we danced on our land,

walked through our grapes

because it’s our God-forsaken

right.

and after we were done, i

held you in my arms

and watched the ground come alive

beneath you

and the sun rising from the east.