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The Winemaker      [spoken word]

 

The vines have prevailed dry blistering frosts  
and ripened fruit, fraught with sleepless nights  
of looming rain, threatening fungal bloom.


Pulped forbidden fruit from caressing groves  
plucked tender harvest of my pressing soul  
encapsulated sensations fulfil my glass heart.


This offering, my essence bottled in lead crystal  
spells unbound with the romantic rite of cork  
unleashing the flow from my jugular jinni.  


In velvet plume I bleed and I am blissfully absolved    
outpouring into the sacred chalice with gentle kiss  
of fragile mouths gulping air in pulsating chant.
   

Hands held precious flow swirled for an eternity  
arousing scent of passion with every breath  
and taste… the blood of life from lush tannin lips.


Written by case28 (Alexander Case)
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