Full Bodied

a delicious poem by Danielle LaPorte via Bentlily. enjoy -

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.