Вечер приходит утром

If you can drink my wine
Drink till the end
Till there's nothing on the bottom
Taste of roses,
Dried plums
And fresh mint
Take a sip
Hold your breath
First one smaller
Dive in deeper with each next
Lick your lips
Feel tart aftertaste
One more time
Let the flow of red merge with blood
Hot like hearts of plums lying under sun
Preparing themselves for being absorbed by the gentle features
of your dark blue eyes
Looking at me
From your height
Making my head go round
Touching my soul with your voice
So drink my wine till the bottom
Blur my boundaries
And let me taste a single glass of Cabernet
And more
And more
And more of you