A glass of red wine has a certain opulence,
A deep swimming sophistication.
Sweet berries bright and bold
Fermented and full in the vessel.
Like a heart of love spilt fresh upon the snow,
She sings the song of lovebirds
Beckoning her lover inside.
A sip at her lips, an offering of beauty
Surrendering to the dawn.
The morning of haze in the eyes
And Love in the heart.
Phillip Mellor 2014