Grape

I am in love
with the half drunk perfumed silence
my tongue takes on as it waits for more wine
But has had just enough
to start serenading the rest of my body
with loving lies and future gifts

Waiting to find me and deliver the temporal ecstasy
In the spaces between day and dreaming.
The language I cannot contain--but love the voice.
I do not ignore it but do my best not to force-
It finds me lovingly
As I sip on the finer solitude
that wants to hold onto me for eternity
And I sometimes must tell it,
“This is enough for now,
Enough for tonight but I will find you again soon.”

Like a real love,
A beautiful light,
How can I not love you?