Eye Wine
There’ll be no wine for me tonight,
But eyes may drink their fill,
For eyes like thine shall be my wine,
That bends me to your will.
Such gaze as yours a golden key,
When turns the lock my whims are free,
But they belong to only thee.
I’ll drink to drunk whilst under spell,
Blame not the grape on vine,
That I will blush from eye-wine thoughts,
Each time your eyes meet mine.
What need for drink from barley-wheat?
When eyelids rise and wine-eyes meet,
Then nectar best is rapture sweet.
Let others warm from grape of vine,
That sets their passions free,
But when I drink from ardour eyes,
Your soul will come to me.
No wine can change what sober seems,
No barley-juice release my dreams,
When I’m immersed in you.
Michael (Walsh) 25.10.13