he pours the wine
white for me
red for himself
I contemplate the goblets
elegant shape
fine, exquisite crystal
delicate, clear “ting”
we celebrate our coupling
so many years ago
no sommelier
to guide our
coming together
our tannins often unbalanced
over then underwhelming
cloying, bitter, smooth, buttery
aged taste buds now mellowed
I’m reminded of his great legs

Christy Schwan is a former hippie chick turned business owner capitalist. Now retired, she is pursuing an "encore" career as an author/poet. A native Hoosier farm kid, rock hound, wild berry picker, wildflower seeker, astronomy studier, and quiet sports lover of kayaking, canoeing, snowshoeing and loon spotting.