Spanish Wine in Early Summer
This Spanish wine
has all the dryness
of rattlesnake skin
abandoned between the forked thoughts
of an Arizona moon.
Moon
tinged
with bruises
on one side.
If this wine
truly is a snake
then it has silk scales
and the warmth
of a deep kiss
pressed by a complete stranger
against the lips of last night's dream.
This wine wears a loose fitting robe
while she writes
of loneliness
on pages made from parchment
and pearls
in her adolescent diary.
Alan Britt
Posted over on Coe Review
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