Piquant

I have had a vintage dream
of bottled poetry
with my only true love;
we had Ritz crackers,
sharp cheddar snackers
and a lil’ lip-smacking together --
a ghetto fantasy
with a shot of Courvoisier
and a chalice bubbling with champagne
(the vivacious blood of grapes).

And then we moved on
to the inevitable?
Love…
And I asked, “Shall we melba toast
the whole body
with a taste
of Burgundy’s best Bordeaux? -- perhaps
a Dom Perignon of ultimate finesse?”
And he said, “Let’s do Love.
Let’s do.”

Copyright © 2005 Jacquii Cooke