Red Wine

My swirling crimson dreams,
in a glass adrift in an intoxicating kiss
the crimson coloured nectar
sipped between my lips
and poured into veins
ready and without rein

sparkles of elixir winking seductively
nips my tongue with its tartness
dances into my mouth
the seductive temptress
whispering sensuous dreams
of forgotten desires

forgotten lands and distant stars
floats into my memory
with each sip of the smooth liquid
poured endlessly from magical
bottles where dreams reside
I stand closer to forgotten ecstasy

I float in bliss like a liquid traveller
Smelling the scents of grapes
in some sunny grape yards
seeing the flushed face
of maiden compromised happily
by some hidden suitor in foreign land

I giggle as I feel the rhythm
of an almost forgotten dance
standing up and floating
softly unto the fragrant bouquet
of grapes on discarded blankets
and I sleep, dreaming of golden afternoons.