Poetry: Cuvée

Poetry: Cuvée

by Liam

This cuvée of the mind is a ruby wine

We sip with our eyes

We taste with our souls,

We experience with our perception

Till all is spinning into one,

Drunken

Give I these grapes to God in gratitude

Nourishment for my soul

We’ve discovered these hidden within

Devine, a mystery of self

I am that which I consume

I am this which I drink

I am the other which I think

Come, let’s toast this feast of universality

Forever the flame

My Fire of desire

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