Libation

So smooth and hard and cool

You are no less than a miracle

And make me feel good, too

On you, I read your history

Experience and pedigree

Place of birth - I am impressed

By your sophistication

Aristocratic symbol of absolution

Means and cause of celebration

Those who profess to be intellectual

Creators of science and art consume

Consume, and only want more of you

Icon of The Power

Thief of hours

For when by our taste for you

We are fully seduced

We embark upon the path of our demise

For you do not release your lovers without a fight

When we want you day and night

Night and day, no price too high

To pay, our dependence shameful

Frowned upon, distasteful

In the end a medical condition:

Addiction

But you make the dinner party

Make the sordid gathering ‘arty’

Celebrate the New Year

Distract us from care and fear

God’s gift to us

Plaything of the Universe

Fruit of the vine

Sometimes vividly illustrating

“Too much of a good thing”