There were days,

when wine was evening

we poured out in sleeping bags,


Sweet, long-


near the fire –

your eyes sparkling,

our hearts snapping like the flames!


We wrapped up

and made love into the night’s breath

God it was good,

all the parts,

the breath, the wine and your voice

calling me to bed,


when night was wine.



Dave Barber

13 Dec 08