Desert Wine

Chilled or warm this life is so worn bitter sweet or sour tart the ache of my old heart life's aroma giving years of sitting while waiting to be young again like a grape that's been blend Across the desert I swirl of childhood as a young girl champagne sand at night with the red moon I bloom unbreakable glass so tipsy and free like fine Chablis tiny bubbles flutter through my veins like a cork no longer constrain. T Reams 9/2015 copyright 7th place