Close your eyes and whisper:
If red wine ran through your veins
You would be Dionysus’ muse
The lover of gods
The inspiration for legends
The nymph of dreams
The vineyard of hungry lips
The grape of thirsty souls.
If red wine streamed from your breasts
You would be the fountain of life
The eternal source of happiness
The discord of drunken lovers
The refuge of aching spirits
The companion of starry nights
The healer of the tormented
And my everlasting glass of rapture.