The Kiss On The Wine Glass Poem by Gordon R Menzies

I still see your eyes above the rim
lowering with the glass cup, rising
together, twins suns on the horizon
the edges of things beyond sight
black lashes like beckoning fingers
your lips, parted slightly, glistening
with dusky red sky warnings ignored
your white throat moving with wine
and then you held the cup to me
like a gift, like a curse, like a spell

I drank, drank deeply and lingered
It was not the wine I tasted, but you