I love when your kisses taste
like wine, and I can pretend
it's the wine that has got me so drunk,
but to drink kisses from your lips
is to open a bottle so deep
it will never run low.
warm, and soft and rich,
like sweet cream and velvet
cold:
your mouth
is chilled from chardonnay,
or is it the evening breeze pushed
through tall, old trees
as the light clings to us
in rays that oak has steeped
greenish-gold
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