Some Fish, A Girl And Some Wine Poem by Maxwell B Anderson

My burgundy trusts only me.
The walk near the trees and river
swaggering close to the carp fishermen
Whose Sunday afternoon is accompanied
by those symphonies dancing in June

I cup my hands to the clouds
and ask for more wine
Wine to take the sting away
Wine to bless me for my sins
Wine to lighten my heavy heart
So I can imagine you strolling next to me

Nakedness follows us to hold another
orgy in our honour
My burgundy trusts only me
and I pray for your happiness,
although you are not always
with me

And they lift the muddy fish
from the water, unhook them, set them free!
Waves washing through us as
we come and gourge
on more wine.
You laugh haltingly, as you swallow
another red mouthful and then you see
My burgundy trusts only me