sunk low in the 
plush gray couches, 
our sun kissed legs clamored 
nearly on top of 
one another
our hands nursing 
curved glass 
filled with the white nectar 
harvested from a 
plentiful 
cluster of white grapes. 
our glasses sing with aromas
of butter, oak, 
and cinnamon 
soft hints of melon and graham cracker.
they teach me softly 
and i learn 
but mostly 
i am loved. 

-wine tasting