The taste of wine she loves so much
The happenstance of grapes and years
The liquid joy – fermented tears
The softness of a lover’s touch
The taste of wine she loves so much
The happenstance of grapes and years
The liquid joy – fermented tears
The softness of a lover’s touch
another day, but
one moment’s
inhaled perfection
The fire that now flows
Through this vineyard’s veins
May end up in yours
Have some wine, my friend. It’s good:
It might make you happy –
Just don’t drink so much that you
Go and get all sappy
Watch out for that dark-haired guy,
He’s your kind of cute:
I think that he’s trouble, though,
And engaged to boot
Have some wine, and so will I.
We’re both in our prime:
Friends who have each other’s backs
Having a
Good time