Full-bodied
I have been taught about tannin
but it evaporates in my head like math
so I asked the nice man
to recommend a bottle
which made me wonder why we excavate
all the good words for wine
why can’t a short woman be buttery
and an old woman velvet
the large ones spicy and ripe
who wants to kiss a skinny girl
when she could be crisp and grassy instead
long and soft
chewy when she first wakes up
did you hear he’s mad about that oaky girl
I asked the nice man
what it means to be full-bodied
and I swear he blushed
as though he was remembering
the stickiness of afternoon skin
it’s the weight of the wine in the mouth
he said
and I winked at him
which I never do
and I thought it’s about time
heavy flesh got adored.



5 comments / Add Yours
I love this poem. What a great idea, too. I am going to try to have a jammy day!
ReplyLis
Nov 14, 2012
What a succulent poem.
ReplyShila
Nov 11, 2012
Beautiful, as always. Count me in. oxoxo
Replypete
Nov 10, 2012
Thank you….will share this at tonight’s birthday party when the wine is opened.
ReplyHelen
Nov 10, 2012
Oh WOW – 50 shades of red wine….. !
ReplySara
Nov 10, 2012