Vintage ’69
The best of wines is happiness. Its gold
Is richer than a champagne tone. Its red
Licks rich like burgundy made old
In blonde wood vats. My happiness in bed
Continues long, like vintages that grow
More potent and more subtle in their taste.
My body has insisted that its glow
Should not diminish in its thrills or waste
Away like wine that wilts to flatness, sour
Or thin. If bubbles start to fade, then slake
Your need with faster quenching, speed deep power
To place your drunken seed with staggering stake.
..The best of high inebriation is
….The final reeling, juddering, and jizz.