Decanter
Tonight I opened an old Bordeaux.
The dark purple wine flowed
into the crystal decanter,
where it will breathe and open,
releasing it's complexity,
and smoothing it's rough edges.
My heart reaches for you because
your love is my decanter.
3 comments:
I really have to look this word up in the dictionary. i love your little poem but i just can't picture the device in my head....?
Thanks
Leontien
~your love is my decanter.~ I will come back to this gentle thought - That a person could be a decanter smoothing off the rough edges is just so calming. ... hmm I think to myself -- I hope that is what she meant!
Teri - that is exactly what I meant.
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