To Taste You

Every mood was set
                    with
                     wine
or beer- it didn't matter.

You tasted better, when paired with
                             warmth of spirit
                                and me - I spoke better when sipping brandy or the like.
                                And those warm, summer porch nights, remember?   Where we
                                      talked away the night, impressed by our own drunken
                                               depth of insight, a tightly woven mashup of flavors, you and I, creating      essence as the midnight hour crept ever closer,
                                 The flavors of your words, round and smooth, linger like sugar rocks dropped, popping on my tongue.  We said then that we would no doubt become better with a little time.  How is it
                       that we knew, silly and young as we were.
                                             
                                                 I haven't had a drink in years but I can still taste the evening, wet
                                                                                                                                           with rain and desire,
    smell the plum mix of cheap elderberry, hear the craving inducing call.
                                           And now.
                                                  Now, I want to taste you sober, go back, hear you once again, know                  though different, it's still the same.



Prompt from: https://twitter.com/EDayPoems
article used:http://www.localwineevents.com/resources/articles/view/857/a-roundup-of-three-pinot-noirs-from-garnet-vineyards