Wine Glasses

Wine Glasses
Form: Mathlish Sonnet

We’re sharing some wine in the late afternoon
On the longest day while waiting for the moon
The fruity grape as decadent as mid-June
With conversation making a new rose flush
Such intimate words turning your cheeks to blush
No touches but words plant the opening seed
With furtive suggestions imaginations feed
The bliss of later should the moon intercede
For love and magic join on midsummer night
As deviant passions bring us our delight
And as you sit sipping on the red wine
Pray heed to desires my heart has confessed
Should you so yield to my wanting request
And taste the sweetest fruits of love divine
Wineglasses by John Singer Sargent, 1875. Oil on canvas. The National Gallery, London, UK


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