Deep crimson swirls around
Leaving soundless tears in its wake
Rich scents of plum, forest, earth
Give rise to the primal core

Berries caress, brush over waiting lips
Whisper to teeth parted in anticipation
A nibble, a bite, hidden in the lover’s kiss
Grips the tongue, folding to a soft embrace

Swirling against the pallet
Lingering, teasing, demanding
Echoes to be remembered
Long after the sip is done

©JSmith, October 2011