Wine - June 10, 2000
In the shimmering summer heat
the images are in a haze.
I watch
as the slivers of ice
melt against
your skin.
Playfully,
I drop the cool
shavings against your mouth
just to hear
your shrieks of protest
amongst the laughter.
Fascinated,
I watch the rich burgundy wine
against the clear glass
as a steady pulse beats
at the hollow of your throat.
And succumbing to temptation,
a mouthful of wine
finds itself
poured past your lips
to flow down the line
of your neck.
And like a wanderer
in the desert,
my eyes
follow its path,
only to be
edged out by sweet kisses.
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