the Winemaker

 
 
the vines have prevailed dry blistering frosts  
and ripened fruit, fraught with sleepless nights  
of looming rain, threatening fungal bloom  
 
pulped forbidden fruit from caressing groves  
plucked tender harvest of my pressing soul  
encapsulated sensations fulfil my glass heart  
 
this offering, my essence bottled in lead crystal  
spells unbound with the romantic rite of cork  
unleashing the flow from my jugular jinni  
 
in velvet plume I bleed and I am blissfully absolved  
outpouring into the sacred chalice with gentle kiss  
of fragile mouths gulping air in pulsating chant  
 
hands held precious flow swirled for an eternity  
arousing scent of passion with every breath  
and taste… the blood of life from lush tannin lips  
 
 
 
 
This poem was written for the "Intergalactic Nuclearball (Fusion rules)" comp.