in a burgundy moon

I am moon, rising
within burgundy ripples
floating upon waves
of deep red anticipation
I am temptation
in crystal dress, heady scent
that teases, cajoles
lips to touch, caress
the rim of desire and quench
thirst in liquid fire…
moon bathing in burgundy

I watch the moon bathe
in my glass of deep, red wine
when I raise the glass
to better view her fullness
she turns from silver
to soft red as if blushing
at my bold regard
Smiling, I then sip
and the moon kisses my lips…
Later, in my dreams
she provides yet sweeter drink.