Red
its warmth surrounds me now
in the confines of the dining room
where companionship grows stronger
as we share a meal at the end of every day
Red
burnt like the earth of the mesas,
dry and soft to the skin, in a valley
of pear cactus and rattlers, south
of the twisted short juniper
and water-thieving cedar
Red
wine flavored with nutty sweet enticings
derived from long-houred picking migrants
housed in shanty shelters in sun-beaten,
cool-breezed Napa valley, in want
of the wine and meat at our table
Red
Our glasses raised, rose petal
aroma alluring a kiss, your fleshy
full-bodied lips like rubies in dirt,
feeling you in my veins,
soothing my longing heart
