Calon Segur St Estephe

Calon segur saint estephe 2004
Gifted burgundy I had saved,
Now enjoyed with friends over this tale,
La Viola the day we met:
Volunteering--Equality Forum 2009.

The rouge did not intoxicate as that single slice:
Pizza with you after rain and rally
The trolley ride to 15th and Market;
Cold, wet, fagged, I did not want to part
You too--proposing a bite as the train stopped;
Screeching halt, gray stairways upward

Having met, connected, travelled
Random epic chance encounter
The usual which evaporates le lendemain nonetheless, "how is that fried chicken?"
Words I said driven by an impulse deep.

The riddle posed that day in April--
Having now met on this little journey far,
Would we head out to meet again,?
To travel together or to journey apart?
You, me, together, apart?

I had one slice, you had two--
Painting, theater, Cézanne and Beyond,
The boyfriend Jason in Michigan,
You therapeuted my mending heart,
Which to be honest felt well with you "Give it two months and you will be ready to go."

I had plans to meet friends
You had to get ready for your play
"Passing By" at the Shubin Theater
Still you walked me to my street:

Corner Spruce & 15th, digits exchanged,
Your firm still hold, my self-consciousness,
You proposed meeting again soon--
Perhaps when Jason is in town next--
I bewildered smiled sheepishly with doubtful "ok."