Love dies on the vine, yes
Between us it spoils in the heat
But even sour grapes can rot just right
I make liquid golden light
Drink it down
Smile as I turn from whence I came
And dance forward to where I go now
Tokaji kiss sings in the waning autumn rain
I spread my wings
You and this world are not-so-big now.
I was listening to S. J. Tucker’s “Bad Apple Lament” when I got this
idea. When life gives you sour grapes, make Tokaji.