I LIKE IT FINE

A SONNET EXPERIMENT - INSPIRED BY - STUPID CUPID

I want to taste what I can’t reach today

Grapes that are hidden from the common eye

Dangling afar on unseen boughs that sway

In covert dreams they stay and play on high

First reach must I, to pluck the ripened fruit

Not crush, nor squeeze but use a tender touch

Be gentle and calm, and be not a brute

Rules of engagement are written as such

Wait enclosed while time does its magic trick

Many days to ferment, age and mature

Bouquet, and Balance, must not hasten quick

To  build the nose, and enrich in allure

Strange after each sip of full-bodied wine
It bothers me not that I like it fine