The Manner Of The Flowing

what i like most before the drink
is the flow of the wine from the bottle to the glass

the hands that gently hold the tip
and the gentleness by which the wine if poured

slowly like love enjoying the
foreplay
before everything begins to be
uncontrollable

i like the sound of caress
smooth as it flows down to my throat
to the veins of my heart

on one such lovely evening.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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