Caped Matadors Reborn, (Love Letters To A Lady Of Renown) Poem by Captain Cur

Epitomizing the grace and elegance of wine
grown in the ancient naves and vineyards of my mind
across the sea I hold your embodiment upright
I watch you slowly darken through long and faceless night
changing hues fermenting in your fancy labeled cage
penetrating blushing reds that deepen as you age.
Dear Lady, loquacious in your speech,
should I flesh the juice from grapes this sweet?
Or
should I voice the tales of caped matadors reborn
fighting renowned bulls with gold and platinum horns
gouged to death in frightful contestations of love
wounds of pride, greed, and lust inherent in their blood.
I ponder ways to reach you with my clever witty thoughts
to taste each vintage of your heart, the wines that I have sought,
so I will give these notes to my fleet mercurial god
who wings his way then sudden drunk falls between the clouds.