MERLOT 11-11-11
AGED WITH CRIMSON WISDOM,
YET DEEPER IN DIMENSION,
MELLOW BOUQUET WITH LEGS,
FLAVOURED ILLUMINOUS OAKEN SHADOWS,
NEVER DREGS.
IF YOU’R PATIENT, WHICH IS HARD TO BE AT TIMES,
YOU WILL OPEN CORKED BOTTLE AND AIR,
THE LONGER IT TAKES SECONDS TO TICK,
THE FINER THE PALLETE IS QUENCHED AND KISSED.
SHIMMERING CRYSTAL
AS THE SUN BATHES THIS SOUL’S VESSEL,
A WINE FILLED GLASS VESSEL RINGS AND BEAMS FINE,
CARRYS SWEET NECTAR, FRUIT OF BEAUTIFULLY CRAFTED
ART,
AN OAKEN AGED, CASKED, FREE WINE.
ALL TASTE BUDS COME TO LIFE,
ONES I KNEW NOT I HAD,
SENSUAL TASTE RECEPTIONS,
MIND MEETS WINE CONCEPTION.
LET IT WET A READIED PALLETE, SIPPING AT FIRST,
NOSE BREATHING THE BOUQUET SIMUTANEOUSLY,
SWALLOWING ITS ESSENCE, IT OVERCOMES THE SOUL,
I APPRECIATE THIS ARTFUL CRAFT, SURVIVING COUNTLESS
GENERATIONS,
I HAVE NEVER YET HAD A BAD MERLOT.
SENSUAL I WILL USE AGAIN, BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT IT
IS,
A CRAFTY BEAUTIFUL FINE BODIED WINE WITH BALANCE,
PLEASING TO THE EYE AND TATSTES OF BOTH ROYALTY OR PEASENT,
AN ACQUIRED TASTE THAT ALWAYS BECOMES MORE PLEASANT.
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