WINE, WOMAN, AND SONG

A bottle of Beaujolais a day

keeps rot of the world at bay

With a woman at your side

the music in your hands

choreographs a cabaret

that exposes the contours

of taut thighs, tight buns

and symmetrical breasts.

You perform syncopated

jazz on black and white keys—

salt & snowflakes on your tongue.

Voices sing in improvised

harmony—notes neither soul knew

that they knew.