Do you see the vessel or the wine?
When you look into my eyes
Do you see the scarlet hue
of my liquid soul?
Or do you focus on the shape of the vessel,
Scanning for chips or scratches?
Do you place your nose against me,
Inhale my scent,
Smell the chocolate melancholy,
the bright notes of joy,
or the spicy plum fire of my spirit?
When you look at me
Do you see the glass or the contents?
The vessel or the wine?
If you dare to taste me,
Do you gulp me down
or roll me on your tongue,
letting my flavors bloom on your palate
inside your mind?
Hold my vessel in your hand,
run your fingers around my crystal rim.
Breathe me in.
Let me envelop you in my many flavors.
Let me transport you
to the heart of your desire.
If you dare.
If you can see the ruby red pleasure
I have to offer,
and not just the shiny vessel
that contains me.
Do you drink or keep searching for another glass?
Taste my fruit or pass?
Savor the sublime?
Judge the Vessel, or drink the Wine?
Originally Published February 24, 2013
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