Continuing with Summer Project #1: A Poem A Day
One wine tastes of smoke and oak.
and pour me another while you’re at it.
Another smells of roses and chocolate.
Blooms in the mouth
coming to full flower
only after half a glass is gone.
Now this wine wants to hitch a ride
home with me
and stay the night.
I will let it slip in between the sheets with me,
but I shan’t ask it back again
as it is far too forward
and only interested in pleasuring itself.
Another, feisty, errant, wants to pick a fight.
Kicks down the door,
roughs up the gullet
and demands a second chance.
One in particular is impertinent and
Cloaking its damaged ego
in manufactured self-importance,
hoping no one will notice
it is betrayed by cork and bottle,
tainted through and through.
But this one,
wants to caress my lips
linger on my tongue
warm my veins
flush my cheeks.
This one wants to make love to me
I will let it have its way.
© Birdstory Publications, 2008
Summer Project #1, Day 2, Poem 2