Wine is For Drinking
-MistressAli

Into the depths of her navel
He poured
Sweet red wine
Like blood over her breasts
Waves made in hair

Over his face
She poured
Sweet white wine
Running down like tears
Moisture on the lips

They set upon each other
Like animals
Tongues like whips, lashing
Flickering over skin
With no pain

The fire devoured
Eyes hazy and hands errant
Into each other they delved deep
To find secrets and faults
Then into love-filled sleep
They fell.

Bottles lay discarded
Like broken promises.