In the quiet
Of the warmth
.
There you were
First kneeling
.
Then rising with the vines
Against the backdrop
Of summer vineyards
.
A tart grape
Like sauvignon wine
.
How was I to know?
It would be you
That quiets me
.
Quiets the pounding
The breaking
The waiting
.
The Peeling back
Of my mind
.
Both of us
Drinking
Each other
.
In wet glasses
Droplet of class
Abandoned
.
First timers
Thirstier
Than desert suns
.
Drunk
In love
In depth
In life
.
More
Than beauty
.
This drinking in
Of the quieting
.
The rising of us
Within the vineyards
Within our vines
.
Ecstasy
Came dining
.
In a hot
Sonoma summertime
