a foot in two worlds

a foot in two worlds

on south terraced slopes

vineyards rose in awnings of foliage

feet lifted me up ten-foot ladders

through green nearer the divine

fingers easily pinched the dangling blue

thirsty skin touched every soft fruit of the earth

but not tin or plastic

heels digging into grapes it was love

stomping through the eve in granite vats

tannin tingling skin before bed

before blowing out the candle

the blood of christ on my lips then hers