Zin

I, an intoxicated believer,

recall that seductive bottle of zin.

Rich in color, taste of spice;

sleeping underneath it all, hints of hedonistic sin!

A dark liquid portrait of a poet;

a potent combination, hard edges and soft touch.

Sending me into a trance;
beyond a dream, I can’t recall much.

It's deep complexity, tingles the senses;

utter bliss.

Sweet, warm, and rousing,
reminiscent of my very first kiss.