Not to be gulped
But sipped as a fine wine
I find your complexity
Overwhelming, a wine to be savoured
And remembered.
You were never to be present at a wine tasting
Too fine for that.
But as glass clinks
And eyes meet
I remember your glow
And I need to want you
Time and again.
willow moon pearce
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wine-as-a-woman/
