The Morning After

I’ve savored the flavor of her treasure in my mind for some time

Occasionally I would taste that part of my face that stained with her sweet wine

A connoisseur at best, I would describe this affixation of mine

Please, allow me to share this experience that comes to mind –

It was this one special time I would say, this one event that happened around nine, but surely ended a little after seven, the next day

How was I to know she was once plucked from the finest of vines south of Tuscany?

I was most tempted to take the taster test one more time

But she said she had to dial in on a conference call no later than nine

Pardon the pun. But dam, I think I get it now. It really is Divine –

The joy of having one more for the road, before the sun rises to shine …