ANNA T. SZABÓ

THE CONFESSIONAL WINE

Let’s talk about that waltz:
the way wine courses in the blood.
How it caresses you within. To feel
how in its flow the flavours flood.

The dusk pulsates, the rains smell of earth,
birdsong, spices, the southern wind,
where wild they recline upon the grass:
lovers drunk on summer, entwined.

Let’s talk about that passion:
heady music that’s all around.
Morphing shapes in swirling heat,
to the merlot’s throbbing sound.

By turns it flashes you all its flavours,
shines through every tired vein...
It lifts the hearts of the sober-minded,
so they can at last pronounce: “Je l'aime.”