On Drinking Wine


At first taste
you are bitter,
with but hint of sweet.
You dry my throat.
You cast your mark
upon my lips, my teeth.

You flush my cheeks,
intoxicate my breath
with the fumes
of fermented fruit
convince my limbs
to fumble in suit.

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