THE WINE THAT LEAKS
by Adam Watson
Intoxicate me with mint julep eyes!
Make me drunk with your kahlua
thighs
And let me sip, with sangria lips
The moonshine from your hips.
Miss, may I stir my fingers thru
Your hair blush-tinted, friction
hued
That trickles liquid velvet drops
Across and down your mouth--I'm stopped.
In sun drenched fields, in vineyards french
Lay berries ripe and swollen sweet
Yet all bottled, they could not, my
love
Against a cup of you, compete.
So get me tipsy with champagne kisses
While mimosa dews your fertile
cheeks
And let me lap the wine that leaks
With ferment tongue and witty missives.