Wine

Its strange to me how you felt
so good
to me

Its nice that you care so much about age
and how well preserved
you are

I learned that you have a screw on cap now
and that you can have mineral taste
I will keep my bottle of Pinot Grigio
Until the entire earth is laid to waste

But open it just before
The sun expands in its orbit
And burns the world
so its served
at the right temperature
And age

As if to say
People
like Wine
can Mellow

And I
remember
just the way you taste