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.<br /><br />Captain Cur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/caped-matadors-reborn-love-letters-to-a-lady-of-renown/
