New Wine

You are strong and precious New Wine,

Still turning in my wineskin.

Will you be delicious,

Refreshing, sweet, and warm?

I feel your undeniable presence,

Ambitious, yet for the moment

You have pointed your delight at me.

Your teeth scrape the back of my neck,

My shoulder,

Lower down my spine,

Up again,

Up into the hair at the base of my scalp.

I feel a moan escape you,

But I don’t think that I will.

Your grip is sending me

To a place in my heart,

Where the treasures you want are stored.

I get the best ones for you,

And come bringing them out to lay before you—

The crowns of all the bests and firsts I have

As the wineskin slowly bursts.

-jenn long