Wine

The red splashes forth

Like a tidal wave

As it pounds the

Bottom of the glass

Just off centre

It gathers height

Curling towards sides

Licking the curvature

As it slowly folder

Back to the clam

 Of the pool

As the waterfall

Ceases its deluge

Before the well

Can after flow

The tide is tipped

Slowly sipping

The flavour bursts

Drenching taste buds

Each on firing

With different flavours

From smoky, woodsy danger

To the smooth fruity

Of the purse, fresh grapes

Picked as for the gods

A nectar that releases

The emotions into another dimension

A seam state of escape

Away from the stresses of the day.