Wine - June 10, 2000

In the shimmering summer heat
the images are in a haze.
I watch 
as the slivers of ice
melt against
your skin.

Playfully,
I drop the cool
shavings aginst your mouth
just to hear 
your shreaks of protest
amongst the laughter.

Fascinated,
I watch the rich burgundy wine

against the clear glass
as a steady pulse beats
at the hollow of your throat.

And succumbing to temptation,
a mouthful of wine
finds itself
poured past your lips
to flow down the line
of your neck.

And like a wanderer
in the dessert,
my eyes
follow its path,
only to be
edged out by sweet kisses.