UNTAMED POETRY: CONFESSIONS OF A BARTENDER
Wind and wind
Twist and twist
Such a delicate task
With his goal in mind
Who knows what lies below
The cork guards her treasure
The overflow
That’ll make my cup runneth over
Sometimes the bartender takes his time
Delicately
Wind and wind
Twist and twist
Until the cork screw gives in
Unleashing her treasure
She tried so hard to guard
Who can resist
The love below
spilling over deep and bold
complex like cabarnet
Such a distinct taste
only a smooth pallet can handle
Such aggression within the burgundy walls
as it spills over into the glass
But...other nights
the bartender has an unrequited taste
that only her sweetest white wine can fulfill
His urgency, desire....too much to handle
So he winds and winds
Twist and twist
Not caring if the wine spills
For he will gladly clean up the mess they made
Anything to please their insatiable desire
So the corkscrew continues to wind and wind
Twist and twist
Until the cork decides to unleash her secrets