Sour Grapes

Savoring her sweetness,

The very nectar taken fromher vine,

Can make me giddy withdelight

As I sip tasty droplets of herwine.

Never wanting to take more

Than she may yield upwillfully

Lest her taste be bitter from

The sin of immaturity.

Waiting oh, so patiently for

Sunlight's rain to fill herheart

With sweet seductive fullness

That her shapes and coloringsimpart.

Longing for her gentle touch

Upon my shoulder, on my nape,

Instilling wide emotions that

My flustered heart cannotescape.

But she has chosen someoneelse

And I'm alone at close ofday.

So, I console myself that she

Was likely sour anyway.