691.
Louis Felipe,
Merlot Lot 18, I drank
The Wines of Chile.
691.
Louis Felipe,
Merlot Lot 18, I drank
The Wines of Chile.
555.
Red rosso matter,
You flatter me and deceive.
Then you disappear.
Love you suffused me, such measures outpoured
For my soul’s carafe of old dusty clay,
Your immortal drink surpassing Time’s cord,
I lay back and sipped from the brink of May.
Spirits inveigled, delighted we teased,
Casting adrift with a parasol shade,
Love’s wine’s inundated ewers and eased
The hollow vessel, with grapes coloured jade.
I’m intoxicated; let years slumber;
Form’s commandeered and you’ve nourished my soul,
Close all weirs from West-Wales to the Humber,
I cannot return to Lands of the Toll.
The reasons for emptiness you revealed,
Your Love, like lava, inside me is sealed.