muse in the wine

muse sings in the wine:
musings in the wine:
singing vines and divine
pressing of grapes brings
mating of mutual lips,
inescapable like unity.

wine is the poet's companion,
the muse at the table, breaking bread
and silence, sips of bliss to sink into,
to spill ink onto pen tips, toes in sands
of time spelled out to rhyme, singing,
singing, rhythmic catharsis part of this
dance cadence dressed in bird feathers:
word tethers: noun and verb now tied
in time, wed to space, placed upon a pedestal.

call it pedestrian poetry.

wine,
you do this to me.
amuse me, oh muse,
use me, produce for me
purple, burgundy, velvet,
introduce me
to your curve in the glass.
stain me with your ink,
let me drink and i will sink
into that place
where i do not think,
where it is only you
who speaks,
sings what i merely dream.