The sky sparkles with starlight, but the night is dark. Your face barely shimmers in the pale of a waning moon, but I still worry you can see my cheeks flush with each sip of Moscato. The evening kisses stolen, the warmth of summer instilled in our breasts, we pick up the bottles in their fiaschi and bring them home. I hang them over the doorway.
Of alcohol enhanced nights,
Of joy in your kiss.
This haibun was written for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday #169. This was a photoprompt based on the image at the top of the post. The picture was provided by Padre’s Ramblings.