Wine and Kissing

Mi novio plans a Cinema Paradiso night in his backyard next weekend with friends. It led me to this Cinema Paradiso scene (click here to view) of beautiful classic kissing. I didn’t see a glass of wine in any scene. It must have been off camera.

Besos,

Elisabet

This Night Only
by Kenneth Rexroth

Moonlight now on Malibu
The winter night the few stars
Far away millions of miles
The sea going on and on
Forever around the earth
Far and far as your lips are near
Filled with the same light as your eyes
Darling darling darling
The future is long gone by
And the past will never happen
We have only this
Our one forever
So small so infinite
So brief so vast
Immortal as our hands that touch
Deathless as the firelit wine we drink
Almighty as this single kiss
That has no beginning
That will never
Never
End

Mr. Dickenson writes to Paul…

Chardonnay and Triscuits

By John Dickinson

You once mentioned that your first date with your wife was (I think) camping along the Tuolumne river. We should probably pass on to the next generation of romantic hopefuls what an effective strategy this is.

Susan and my first date (22 years ago ) included BBQ Chicken, Smoked Oysters, Alouette Garlic spread and Triscuits, and a bottle of Chardonnay – sitting on a rock in the middle of the Merced river just below Bridalveil falls in Yosemite.

A full moon rose over half-dome ( she thinks I planned it that way, but it was just blind luck ) and we later walked over to Yosemite falls in the moonlight and got soaked in the mist. She decided it was THE most romantic date she had ever been on and that I was a keeper.

The fact that we later went back to separate tents to sleep, and that I got up to make sour-dough english muffins (from my own sourdough starter) and cowboy coffee in the very chilly morning cinched the deal.

By J. Kirk Feiereisen    www.yoelrey.com

we were falling in love and
we liked it
bottoms of feet stained
purple
floor splatters mingled into one
beneath toes and
heals and
arches
we began to kiss again no
pulling away for breath
she leaned in and
I was done
a slow sweet pull from all
time amalgamed into
three hour lip face soliloquy of
all things wonderful and
human and
alive in
moment

by Pablo Neruda

Day-colored wine,
night-colored wine,
wine with purple feet
or wine with topaz blood,
wine,
starry child
of earth,
wine, smooth
as a golden sword,
soft
as lascivious velvet,
wine, spiral-seashelled
and full of wonder,
amorous,
marine;
never has one goblet contained you,
one song, one man,
you are choral, gregarious,
at the least, you must be shared.
At times
you feed on mortal

The Kiss
By Ben Johnson

Oh that a joy so soon should waste!
  Or so sweet a bliss
  As a kiss
Might not forever last!
So sugared, so melting, so soft, so delicious,
  The dew that lies on roses,
  When the morn herself discloses,
Is not so precious.
Oh, rather than I would is smother,
Were I to taste such another,
  It should be my wishing
  That I might die kissing.

by Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

www.29songs.com My goal of 29 songs it to make a wine of intensity without allowing power to serve as a substitue for beauty.

Kelly Wheat, Owner and Winemaker