The grapes of our affection
are about to ripen
To be picked at the right time
late in the harvest season
More subdued with tannin
fruitful yield from the vine field
Darkening the color of our passion
caressing lips with a kiss sealed
Palatable intoxication of alcohol
rich in savoury sweetness
Soft feel of your silky skin
and touch of your gentle sleekness
Our grape skins touch the juice
while it turns into delectable wine
To macerate in one another takes patience for loving hearts to entwine
Yeast of trust to do its work
takes time and temperature to ferment
Warm hearts that nurse and care
makes delightful flavours to scent
As it ferments it undergoes punch downs
delicately the wine being stirred
Like the notes played legato in sonata
by a pianist who skilfully slurred
The sweet wine of love is left
for aging in barrels of Oak
Grows smoother and adds vanilla aroma
in respect and responsibility it's soaked
Through Lifetime we'll take mouthful sips
drink it through eyes and upon our lips
It'll settle down deep, the liquid in red
for it'll flow in our blood 'till Life is fled
YOU ARE READING
On placid waters
Poetrybehold my sole prized instrument of choice let it bear the weight of my unspoken voice in the dead of the silent night i'll let loose my heart so it could take flight consolidating all that i think and converting it into the blackest ink only...
