Saturday, June 23, 2012

It Was 
By Jason Murray, 
June, 2012

The glass turned
incandescent with a copper
    The wine
    sits reflecting the light
    absorbing what it is not
your fingers,
nails short move the glass
around in slow circles
    as you smell
    savoring the musty
of the bottle
kept in the dark
cold cellar
    not in your heart
    yet as it burns
    your nose
with its pungency
and its berry
    still there
    reminding us of the vine
    the grape that it was.