Let it breathe

Easy tiger let it breathe, like wine; the nose, I’m told, is key, before your lips and teeth and claws, before your heart and mind implore that you embed and bury deep and sink in deeply fruited sleep – far down, far down, drink up or drown or swim the viscous, ruby death, and with your final, burning breath, remember this: demise is sweet, but death by love is still defeat. Resist the urge, and take your time to drink your love like fine red wine.