"viognier" poems
Buy me chrysanthemums
Not lavandula or geraniums
Or phalangium with their low hanging bulbs
Why don’t you know I love chrysanthemums!
Chrysanthemums, Dahlia…Hera…Willow?
Lillian! Lillian,
How could I take chrysanthemums from Lillian?
You should know. I shouldn’t have to say anything! You should know.
Buy me Viognier
Not Muscat or Chardonnay
Or Furmint with its corky taste
Why don’t you know I love Viognier!
Viognier, Vionnier…Vienne…Vienna?
Dalmatia! Dalmatia,
How could I take Viognier from Dalmatia?
You should know. I shouldn’t have to say anything! You should know.
Dalmatia, near Sibenik
From where I dine on scallops,
Or do you not know that I love scallops?
If not then you should know that I love fickle, false and fair
It’s my nature and you are my nurture
If you did not know then know this, love’s a hapless farce
Mar 11, 2012
Mar 11, 2012 at 8:55 PM UTC
I call upon you my credulous friend,
My tears to wash and heart to mend.
Come pretty poison, come quickly for me.
Let me drown in the waters of a dripping red sea.
A kiss from my voluptuous viognier
What jolly feelings lie here and there?
Truly, I’m gasping for a taste of the most divine,
‘Tis intoxicating, yet much stronger than wine.
Don’t you shiver and don’t you dare shake,
Resisting would be a terrible mistake.
You are my meal, and I’m in a hunting mood
I’ve my catch of the century, and you, a devils food.
Appears I’ve found my soul in mourning yet again,
I’m hungry and thirsting for the sap of your vein.
Let me squeeze you for a moment.
Let me bite you for just an instant.
Oh I assure you, it is a matter of life and death.
I will drink you dry and watch your last mortal breath.
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 6:00 AM UTC