Little Bottle of Chardonnay

This little bottle of chardonnay;

My escape, my stimulation.  And you

My every motivation, unending infatuation.

 

Each glass with every momentous sip

The taste of grapes dance on the edge of my tongue,

Synonymously perfect to a kiss from your fruitful lips.

 

I'm freed from this physicality;

One emotionally, spiritually.

Whether here and there, endlessly in my bosom you will be.

 

Last drop.  A second deliriously

Becomes a dizzying love drunken hour.

With this little bottle of chardonnay, I embark to her.

This poem is about: 
Me

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