Uncorked
by Gail
You have been drinking me slowly,
wine from a battered cup,
afraid that your cellar will be emptied.
These grapes have been picked over,
thrashed, pressed, aged, bottled,
cellared through dark years,
and are now uncorked and poured for you alone.
This one bottle will last your lifetime:
firm tannins, hearty spice and fruit,
the long finish gentle on your tongue.
Drink as deep as you will;
I am as difficult to drain
as the Norse giants' horn
sourced in the salt sea.
