Epitomizing the grace and elegance of wine br grown in the ancient naves and vineyards of my mind br across the sea I hold your embodiment upright br I watch you slowly darken through long and faceless night br changing hues fermenting in your fancy labeled cage br penetrating blushing reds that deepen as you age. br Dear Lady, loquacious in your speech, br should I flesh the juice from grapes this sweet? br Or br should I voice the tales of caped matadors reborn br fighting renowned bulls with gold and platinum horns br gouged to death in frightful contestations of love br wounds of pride, greed, and lust inherent in their blood. br I ponder ways to reach you with my clever witty thoughts br to taste each vintage of your heart, the wines that I have sought, br so I will give these notes to my fleet mercurial god br who wings his way then sudden drunk falls between the clouds.