Non-Erotic PoetryRaise your glassYou watch her put the glass to her lips
take a sip
rusty red with hint of thyme
you await her response
this one moment
for which you have so carefully prepared
those early morns of spring
tying tendrils to trellis
toes pressed to dirt
anxiously wet summer days
dark clouds and damp earth
praying conditions hold
the eventual bounty of fall
oak barrels brimming
vats sloshing
and the waiting
oh the waiting
until the perfect textured taste
has now slipped over her tongue
she licks her lips
her eyes meet yours
a smile
"Cheers"
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