Food Poetry: Wine

Published by Thursday, January 20, 2011 Permalink 0

by Christina Daub


Photo courtesy of Paul, Free Digital.

Sometimes wine is a river you flower in,
the tight buds of your lips opening
to sip, to swallow a dark sun in.

You smile as the world unmoors itself
and words float out in unfamiliar
tongues. The grape’s too perfect

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