Riza Braholli – Older wine
You’re… my older wine sips,
You fill my nights like a glass,
You pour them onto my lips,
Nights like grape bunches you crush.
You’re … my older wine sips
Fire imprisoned in a cask.
So madly bursting over sheets
Hastily with heat from a flask.
What should I drink first, but eyes?
Black-bright and juicy and deep,
Or on your lush breasts full-size
In craze to lie down and sip?
Led by lip’s shadow I wander
Over your soft and curved body
My wilder instinct I ponder
Heat of my breath burns you hotty.
You’re … the old wine I quaff,
I’m the thirst luring your cup.
Life days or nights aren’t enough,
To drink you, my wine, bottoms up.
Translation from Albanian into Engilsh
By Alfred Kola
