like a sip of wine

like a sip of wine

glinting ruby red

I whisper your name

it is unfamiliar to my tongue

I let it roll around in my mouth

I feel the tang of exhilaration

that creeps into hidden folds and crevices

sometimes sweet sometimes a little bitter

I try to divine hidden flavours

that I have never known before

it tastes of the ripened sun

then it feels like a flower

slowly unfolding

exuding its frothy fumes

slippery smooth petal by petal

I roll it on my tongue

round and round it flows

on my tingling stinging singeing skin

it tastes of crushed fruit

which has felt the touch

of some effervescent earth

the caress of fermenting  breezes

blowing in some other sky

under some other moon

with a deep breath

I inhale -

I am light headed

intoxicated -

like a lick of slime

I lisper your name

-by Rita Putatunda