Wine and Kissing

Sandra Cisneros

Dark wine reminds me of you,
The burgundies and cabernets.
The tang and thrum and hiss
That spiral like Egyptian silk,
Blood bit from a lip, black
Smoke from a cigarette.

Nights that swell like cork.
This night. A thousand.
Under a single lamplight.
In public or alone.
Very late or very early.
When I write my poems.

Something of you still taut
Still tugs still pulls,
A rope that trembled
Hummed between us.
Hummed, love, didn’t it.
Love, how it hummed.