It was a glass of liquid sunshine If I were to believe the waiter My senses would be flooded With essence of vanilla and Glimpses of the land. There would notes of citrus, Faint odor of old leather And deep berries would overwhelm. If I shut my eyes I could relish the peppery finish And the buttery after taste. I would be a fool to overlook The healthy dose of tannin Balancing the sweet cherry, plum and cassis. The wine swirled in my glass The fragrant bouquet filled my nose I’d be lying if I said The anticipation didn’t create A certain aura of arousal. Not just the sunshine in this glass But all four seasons inhabited My crystal goblet, And the sheltering moonlight Was in there too. This wine surely has character Like Gandhi or Churchill perhaps. And legs. What legs. Slender and vibrating Long and glistening I could stare at those legs Until dessert. Having passed the cork test, All eyes were upon me Lifting the bowl of undulating liquid To my lips. I sipped.