Of wine and wind!

Lurching to seek
Searching for an excuse
I can smell sour wine in the wind.
It questions
an unexplored emotion
And holds my breathe
As you talk
To fill up the air
With some more intoxication

Rightly has the glass been placed
Knowingly have the words been chosen
Of wishes are made these moments
Soon to be memories
That shall fill up lonely evenings
With tears of love and longing

Waiting to finish
But scared for the end
I shut my eyes and sip
To the fluttering romance
To the flickering love
To the moment lived
To the memory made!