The port wine goes down easy.
Accompanied by cheesecake
smothered in currants.
A bundle of currants.
I devour
each one slowly,
deliberately.
Saunter the berries
over my tongue.
Meander them
over my teeth.

This cluster so sweet.

I want you to graffiti my body
with these garden-red currants.
Spell out the lyrics to love songs
you have yet to write.
Puzzle a poem
onto my breasts
with these juice-heavy currants.
Let them drizzle 
into tomorrow.
Make of me
a vineyard
for your mouth.