RED WINE

They swirled as one in slaps of supernal viscosity,
in an ominously sealed capsule with little disclosure.
Her neck was slender, a tempting generosity,
while his shoulders sloped into their disparaged exposure.

They fought a floating balance, colliding from bottle to glass,
as they minded considerate servings of their munificent candor;
they deftly consumed towards its bottomless crimson crevasse.
Thru vociferous labels enraptured, their drowning heeds meandered.

In fixed hushes mixed with their tumbling, scraping feet’s heel,
they began to murmur, rumbling in hint-surrounded undertones;
Not-so-suddenly, they’d revealed what they’d meant to conceal.
Merriment ensued, furthered by cyclones of delicate covers blown.

In their unwrapping another cap and unraveling of more twine;
they had sought the blissful stillness lurking in their red wine.

@kwirb #30Days30Sonnets
September 16th 2015.

Thanks, Shannon. Couldn’t think of a topic. I hope I did it justice, lol.