08/11/2025
THE BLACK GRAPE
Tendrils of spice adding nuance and allure
To a nose packed with berries
Held in a thousand sacred barrels
Hidden like a scroll bearing a truth
Only known to the sages
Of the ancient vineyards
Laced with Layered dark fruit cake
And pencil shavings
Intense pellet elegance at play
Like a male ballerina admiring a tutu
goddess on her toes
Short and sweet with mocha notes
awaiting to dazzle many dinner tables
High heeled and unafraid to stand alone
A Plush pallet A true dance
of celestial dreams in a bottle
Birthed into a single glass stemless or otherwise Slender and full of form
No curves just body
A regal refinement a true remnant
Landing perfectly and falling magically on the head– seductive to all tastebuds
too velvety for a mouthfeel
I am the field where nature sprouts
Not bitter nor sweet just right
A rich ripe fruit blend where baking spice
Flirts with lovely succulence and freshness
Crushed to bleed a sacred drink
That kings adore and beg for more
Pressed cradled and sealed for
Years and months for maturation’s sake
To ripen into perfection pleasing
the aging process
When the black grape is crushed
We don't mourn we celebrate
Drinking the sweet yet intense wine until
We giggle at our once broken scars
In the face of brightly blinking stars
No need for busy buzzing bars
This is the divine blood of sacrifice
Bleeding from a bottle of bliss
Now I give you permission to uncork
©Sinazo Ngxabani
