Red steak and rare wine
Cold rain screaming its desires
Lust, cafe, winter
Heavy pour of wine
The next dose warms their spotlight
Queer looks, queer glances
Converging pathways
Choices guessed at in a blur
Journeys made of wine
The hand cups the breast
As if caressing fine wine
Preserving bouquet
Soft silk on the skin
Like sand streaming through fingers
Their moans, deep red wine
Night ends like stale wine
Decanting hard memories
Please escape with me
Amble on the road
Don’t let the hitch in your stride
Reveal drunken wine
