A Sip of my Red Wine (Metaphor Style)

Red wine,
a kiss of the vine
touches my lips.

Nighttime pours into me
like viscous liquid
and my body becomes
tart berries, dark earth, rich magic.

Familiar longing,
a kind of drunkeness,
envelops me.

I stretch my thoughts towards yours like arms
and spark upon you in the dreaming ether,
where the hands of our minds
clasp in shared fate.

You are thinking of me too, you later tell me.
Imagining penetrating
the depths of my yearning,
entering the well of my solitude, bell-shaped like a glass,
and filling me
with your presence.

In the clear dawn of morning,
wine turns to water,
dreams to day.

I go to you
and we make love.

(c) Dee Amethyst  2/4 14