note to self: I don't know much about wine... maybe this guy from cincinnati does...

this blood of the vine...

this red verse...

this golden green nectar...

and all runs from your stalk

all stoic

and entwined

with history

and the palate

of princes and prostitutes and pipers...

pepper our conversation

gently at first

then din burst coax roar and raging rave

about the sky

the seas

and the women

we lick suck kiss caress undress

mess up our hearts souls spirits and lives...

and this blood of the earth...

we flow drip drown in

add to our wholesome

caseroles

our pans of marinading mothers

who heat us with their quiet want

to exhale and we can swallow absorb their whole healing hearts...

but instead

the rosey ripe red
reaches us in quiet aroma and tongues all atingle...

awash with ruby emerald liquid lust...

our lips purse...

and the world of words disperse...

leaving us to the silence of our sated senses.



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