Wine’s first kiss.
He sits there silent
As a tone
He tips his nose
A sensory home
A nod of the head
To unlock the secret;
Art within/
The mellow
Dulcet tones
Ring through his mind
Like cats on heat
His neurons tremble
All this wine to reassemble
With the;
Patterns
Pictures
Taste
& smell
The Casks of oaken
Delights from hell
Await the man with
The olfactory refectorys
Sitting there
In sensual bliss
Awaiting the embrace
Of sweet vino’s first kiss.








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