Crisp Bordeaux

Sweet caress of mountain wind

Sunlight touch on pale skin

Hidden above what lies below

Tart and crisp like cool bordeaux

The blanket spread, a muted plaid

Cradling us and what we had

Careless love and carefree days

Cannot echo nowadays

Game

The flotsam of recollection rose

Floating on the subconscious

Addressing the letters of the past

Spidery italicized script

Transcribes the unfinished play

With the ball still in the air

Rising, flying with the music

The score unknown

Game yet unsure, unresolved

The coda hitherto unreached