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[cordilleran2]

"My albariño"
I drove back from the 8th circle of hell
after a bad date two nights ago
and found myself thinking only of you
and for a moment, my dearest love,
I thought about leaving this landscape
that I love and cherish
behind me and returning back
to your embrace;
and throwing the desert and
my kingdom aside for you.
I miss you.
I miss knowing that even there was
an entire continent between us
that there was someone
to whom I meant the world,
and that you meant the world to me.
You were my Albariño,
dancing in the salty ocean winds of summer
which warmed my soul
on the days when the darkness hit;
hair blown in the wind with the
sweet scent of sea salt, peach, and jasmine-
the same scents as the bouquet
Of this bright wine dancing in my glass
under this full moon
brooding upon the mountain.
I wish you were here with me this night
upon the lonely black hills
in this aged mining town
amidst the precambrian ash-heap
filled with copper.
I love you like I love the desert;
and I wish that you were here with me
but like this grape-you do best by the sea
bathed in salt spray and thundering waves;
not as well as in the desert
smote under the silver moon.
I still love you.
I don't know
that I could ever stop.
How do you stop a mountain?
How can you halt the sea?
All I can do is pen this a saudaude song
for that lost world we once dreamed together.