Crimson fare I raise you high
To lips I taste your pulp and rind
Complex you envelope and then descend
To sate my palate to quench my mind
Bottoms up - one of Man's great creations, along with the Havana cigar! I can taste the wine from here - great write. Mark
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I would like to translate this poem
wine and woman...high you raise and taste...artful work, Pablo...10