Panacea for these Lips
The panacea for these lips that yearn to taste the essence
is the way the light hits on the glass of ruby wine
for hidden in its shadows of blood-red luminescence
lies the absolution and restitution for a stressful life.
The luscious nectar as it rolls over this parched tongue
a floral trace of lavender and the blackest of juicy berries
leaving hints and evidence of from whence it comes, or
perhaps it’s been caressed in the arms of a bourbon barrel.
Regardless of the origin, the wine is rich and rare
washing away anguish as I pause in bliss and savor
its warmth envelops my mouth with its subtle flavor
numbing all my cares as they dance away in mid-air.