Poetry: Cuvée
by Liam
This cuvée of the mind is a ruby wine
We sip with our eyes
We taste with our souls,
We experience with our perception
Till all is spinning into one,
Drunken
Give I these grapes to God in gratitude
Nourishment for my soul
We’ve discovered these hidden within
Devine, a mystery of self
I am that which I consume
I am this which I drink
I am the other which I think
Come, let’s toast this feast of universality
Forever the flame
My Fire of desire
