Dusted off the claret
a vintage from another time
held her in my hands and stared
imagining her taste and rhyme...
The label still bright and vivid
the shape of the bottle fine
the fill, the neck, the lace like foil
all spoke of nectar divine.
But that wine required returning
to the rack from whence it came
to pass more years of ripening
and so nearly drunk remain.
The feast postponed indefinitely
the concubine on hold
venal thirsts and hungers cellared
to await a nobler mold.