You drank me in such style,
like a glass of vintage wine.
I could see your eyes acquiring
a special skill, at the moment
they set on me and then
your face attains a sheen.
I had the realization,all of a sudden
that this yen is no momentary affair.

See how years have flown!
As it  goes on aging, the wine
is becoming more sought after.

with one hand you paint me
with the other, you hold
in your hand a wine glass
-- a sweet vintage from old

and later, as paint dries
you hold me instead,
both hands on my hips
-- the paint is all that's left