I remember when I first saw you,
Your lips so full,
Like grapes - sweet wine,
Waiting to be tasted,
But I was already drunk from your eyes.
It was cold in the late fall breeze.
My cheeks blushed,
Not from the wind, but from the wine.
Just a sip nothing more,
As I allowed myself the flavor, I craved you.
A drink - a glass - the bottle.
Where had that chill gone?
I remember all the magic you once made me,
When I had sworn it couldn’t exist.
You pulled a pure white rabbit from your hat.
I was amazed.
Not by showy lights, but by your tenderness.
I felt you look at me - felt magic - felt frozen.
We had wine that night,
Under the stars,
Magic tingles when you hold it,
I ought to know.
The wine made me dizzy, as the magic pulled me under.
Where had that rabbit come from?
I remember when you played my duke.
We drank more wine.
Your kingdom was filled with magic.
Sleeping in your arms I felt your stare.
Wine makes for such fine dreams,
Magic doesn’t hurt either.
It seemed I’d slept so long.
You let me - you sang to me - you loved me,
If only for that moment, if only a little.
You were perfect,
If only for that moment, if only to me.
Where had my cowboy gone?
No one know you.
Not like I do.
No one ever will.
I will always remember the wine.
The taste tingles on my lips like magic,
Every time I dream.
Knowing is so much more than half the battle.
November 29, 1999
