VINE MUSIC
Tommy Frank O’Connor
Taste,
matured on talented vintage
like you,
anticipates a new sip.
But not yet.
Devoured joy
expires without ceremony,
unremembered.
I wait
enchanted with the ripening of your vine:
senses revive in symphony,
a vineyard sun, a breeze
dripping with Nature’s music.
Thirst,
Lures me to the brim
As I sip the lip
Of new fulfillment.
Full-bodied,
rare in a year of time,
you tease my eyes,
titillate my taste buds,
each moment creating
space for the next.
Now I embrace you
as you
blend us together,
and play your
tune in my heart.