You see, I want a lot.
Perhaps I want everything:
the darkness that comes with every infinite fall
and the shivering blaze of every step up.   So many live on and want nothing
and are raised to the rank of prince
by the slippery ease of their light judgments.   But what you love to see are faces
that so work and feel thirst....   You have not grown old, and it is not too late
to dive into your increasing depths
where life calmly gives out its own secret.  
-Rainer Maria Rilke

read this quote the other day from Ken McRae. it resonated deeply with me, so i thought i would share -

Full-bodied

I have been taught about tannin
but it evaporates in my head like math

so I asked the nice man
to recommend a bottle
which made me wonder why we excavate
all the good words for wine

why can’t a short woman be buttery
and an old woman velvet
the large ones spicy and ripe

who wants to kiss a skinny girl
when she could be crisp and grassy instead

long and soft
chewy when she first wakes up
did you hear he’s mad about that oaky girl

I asked the nice man
what it means to be full-bodied

and I swear he blushed
as though he was remembering
the stickiness of afternoon skin

it’s the weight of the wine in the mouth

he said
and I winked at him
which I never do
and I thought it’s about time
heavy flesh got adored.

One regret, dear world,
That I am determined not to have
When I am lying on my deathbed
Is that
I did not kiss you enough.

~ Hafiz