FINE WINE

Finally, the time has come
To open this fine wine
The one you have longed for,
Searched for, to drink of, to hold
Has come of age. 

How many years
Did you scour
To find just the right vintage? 

This brilliance and clarity
Ah yes, the prefect hue;
Having a most evocative bouquet
With perfect balance possessed. 

Decanting, the intoxicating odors
Permeate your senses as you pour.
Headiness fills your nostrils
Sweetness mixed with her acidity.

Her colors reveal herself as you pour.
Bearing witness to her flawlessness
As her legs ravishingly run down
Her glassy sides – waiting, wanting
To be touched by your lips. 

Ah… fore play, how long
Before you take that first sip
Splashing upon your red palette,
Joined together with a couplet. 

Hmmm… letting it roll around
Tasting balance of passion and complexity
No sign of contradiction. 

Exquisite in its vividness, its smell, its taste
You hold this fine wine
Wanting to save it, yet consume it
Knowing, this may all there will ever be.

photo by John Lidwell, Creation by MaryAlice