Sipping From A Glass of Symbolism

Taste me!
Sip slowly, deliberately,
daring to touch the rim of the chalice
that holds this rare vintage to your lips;
A vessel filled with wine, I am
Life's grapes made rich and heady with time.
Succulence squeezed
into wood bursts on the tongue.
Taste my journey in your mouth.
Lift me with a bold yet trembling hand
to your lips, thirsty and delicate as lace,
moist with the salivation that springs
from the well of waiting....
This is the aged issue
from purple promises hanging on a vine,
Come, come taste,
taste my honeyed time.

Reviews

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... wow ... exotic ... exquisite ... enchanting ... enigmatic ... sheer genius ...

[Ed Hart]

where else could such a nectar be found, but in the slowly extending hand of raw intelligence and love, bearing a vintage that surrounds and nourishes and exalts lost sheep like you and me...so that we have come to this freedom, and what a happy meeting...