Spiced Wine
long slow draughts
spiced wine
16th century jamestown favorite
our feet on cobblestones
in colonial gardens
more slow draughts
and we're back in michigan
in golden October
running through leaves
watching burning leaves
they've got to be watched
but who'd want to leave them
the mesmers of our brain
no our heart
the brain is a man
unable to resist
the heart's hot interior
a body in trembling flames
we toast our spiced wine
our blood in this wine
our bleeding
from every earth-begotten mood
and gentle you apply
the lamb's ear leaf
to my wound
I laugh
shake off the fuzzy leaf
look at the space between us
no I say
you put your lips to my wound
and it will yield
it will heal
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Judy Prince
19 June 2005
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