The tang of grapes
low rumble of your voice
do you want one?
I don’t need one
that’s not what I asked
Maybe one, I lean in
plucking at the bunch
only one?
maybe two
glancing hands
I wanted that one
want is not need
our eyes and hands meet
the tug of your smile
rumble of your voice
cascade through my heart
I love this game
our give and take
and the laughter we share
of grapes