California Red

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partyfairy
partyfairy
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Sharp,
It breaks the seal
Slices, cutting easy.
It leaves behind what?
Access, smooth
Cold glass, clean curve in hand.
Next the tip
Shining metal point
It presses into the firmness
A little more pressure and it is there.
Inside, slowly turning,
Clockwise rotation
Gently sinking till it is completely hidden.
Metal no more.
A gentle pull
A little bit more
It eases out, metal still within
Embedded in its heart
Heart removed, slowly
Pressure increases;
Release!
It is free, an opening remains
Deep and dark
A wisp appears at your nose
A familiar scent
Smiling, a memory recounted
In a single second.
Lift. Incline. Heavy and full
That first glug, then splash
The red against the glass
The smell inhaled,
A sip taken, beauty
Sipping the smile
Tasting the sunshine
Of the California Red.

partyfairy
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duddle146duddle146about 17 years ago
Wine

After popping the Cork ~ the tantalizing taste makes it all worthwhile.

AmyfriendAmyfriendabout 17 years ago
The wine taster's ritual of peering into a glass..

..then swirling it around and sniffing suspiciously at it, before taking a mouthful only to spit it out again... Then ‘tis the time, just a vigorous swirl in the glass to help release the aromas. Placing the nose right into the glass and inhaling steadily and gently, as if you were smelling a flower. Trying hard to detect the smell of fruity or floral notes... At last, it is time to sip the wine by rolling it around in your mouth and concentrating on what comes to mind as you taste... Oh what a heavenly feeling as you then sit back and dream of the Napa Valley... Sorry PF, but your poem just got me so carried away...See you later, I'm off to the Wine Store.

LeBrozLeBrozabout 17 years ago
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This poem was mentioned in Monday's New Poems Reviews.

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LeBrozLeBrozabout 17 years ago
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A smoothly seductive popping of the ~~ cork. Taste it.