Her sweetness can be tasted in her voice
The tones release each nuance. She is more
than I imagined choosing, but the choice
of Mari is a vintage I would pour
in nothing less than crystal. Then I’d drink
my Mari til I filled my sober soul.
I love the way her presence makes me think
and softens me, my Mari is my goal.
She likes to drink her wine with me, but I
prefer to have my Mari on my tongue.
Like Riesling, she is sweet and isn’t dry.
Like roses, she is beautiful and young.
I think of her like flowers and like wine.
I think of her as Mari and as mine.