In Vino Verius

I can tell by the way your eyes shimmer,
That you see something you like.
I've been lounging in the blue inner tube
Of your iris all night,
Drinking from the glass of wine you poured,
Assuring me it was alright,
That Linda was well stocked on bottles,
And that this one she barely even liked;
Getting ever drunker and more in tune
With the slow undulation
Of your voice,
I've found I've reached my limit
Of drunkenness and lust.
My eyes are tired of treading your waters,
My tongue, of shedding tusks.
Let's bite the fruit while the fruit is ripe.
Blow out the lurid matchmaker candle,
Though she has been good to us.
Let's discover what it means to touch,
To transform, to feel,
Know darkness in lust,
And love
As taste.