Wine Tasting (poem)
You were made
Of pride and honor,
Dry, bittersweet –
Like a full-bodied Merlot.
I want to drink you,
Filling my lips
With your oak.
You were made
To worship.
Allow me to roll
Your fruit on my tongue,
Taste the salt
Of your skin-
Fleshy
With a hint of
Opulence.
Steely,
Refined and smooth,
Your time was chosen
Perfectly.
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