Cordero di Montezemolo Barolo Bricco Gattera 2011
Look up, she says. That’s where we came from.
He can’t tell if she is talking about the castle on the hill or the sky or something higher than that, so he pulls her close and dares to kiss her electric lips. It’s that forbidden fizzle that he’s after, the one that feels like finding a handful of rubies in your pocket. He will keep their secret and play prince as long as she will let him. As long as she will arrange wild berries on porcelain plates and walk her red-stained fingertips across his chest. As long as no one misses the crystal glasses she has stowed in satin scarves or the wine that unfurls in a chorus of camphorous cherries and white pepper dust. As long as it takes for the sun to sink and for the blue black night to save them.
*Featured image by: Monik Markus for Flickr