I.
I happen upon a garden
A grapevine
Familiar, unproven
II.
I see the grapes blossom
Tendrils outstretched not to me
In propriety I merely watch
III.
I secretly wish a harvest at my own hands
At that right time that comes without my knowing
Too late, yet seeming too soon
IV.
I feel the wine pressed
For another to drink
Yet I am intoxicated more than they
V.
I am inebriated at the scent
But faculties intact
Finding Joy without indulgence
VI.
I wait with no intention
Just the linger of a taste imagined
Without flavor and so my thirst remains pure
Unrequitted
Yet Satisfied