Mmmm...I taste you in this fine wine,
with hints of the same fine line
I must walk with care.
Be it hand in hand or glass in hand,
either way knowing where I stand
along this path.
My fingers graze your rounded lip,
thirsting for a quenching sip
of rich complexity.
All once so tightly sealed within,
gradually begins to open,
Holding strong on delicate limbs,
balanced and full, despite our whims;
or because of them.
Each delectable, intricate flavor
is given pause to be savored
in a timeless moment.
So deliciously bold, ripe and earthy;
yet playfully coy, cloaked in subtlety
and seasoned intensity.
We swirl in a tantalizing dance
of contrast and complements
to a silent song.
Yielding to all that music brings,
just as Winter turns to Spring,
like a snowflake on my tongue.
I, like the hollow in a tree,
do warmly welcome you in me,
together finding peace.
Should there still be a question of time,
then in the hallowed oak we'll find,
a place to rest and grow.