Undurraga

Last night we sat together and drank wine,
dark, silky, red wine,
as red as your lips,
and as ready as mine.

You used my words,
and I struggled to remember yours,
We unveiled personal likings and,
and found them ours.

Went out for a stroll,
and as the wind blew cold,
I drew you close and,
you enjoyed my warmth.

We watched the still water of a lake,
among green gardens we wandered,
and as clouds stormed by,
we lost track of time.

Descending the foot of a hill,
I held your hand,
and was awed to feel that,
your fingers fit perfectly among mine.

You accidentally cut your finger,
for a second time in the nights we've shared
I say: 18 more fingers to go,
You say: I wish for more fingers to spare.

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