wine

The earth has spun full circle,
365 days later, and here you are
unexpected turns have led us here
Not where we were
Further down the line
Older, perhaps wiser
Different.
I hope we are more like good wine than cheese
A bottle fit for pharaohs
To be savoured over the years
But to stay liquid sunlight

Come harvest time
If we are to be made into wine,
I pray
We may share the same bottle
A young, fresh wine
To be drunk early
By lovers perhaps
Drunk on love
Fresh wine, no cobwebs adorn our bottle
A light kitchen, no damp cellar
A wine to share and make merry
A passionate wine
Earthy and fruity
Unrefined but oh so rich
Like our love
Limitless in possibilities