Sweet Wine

Who was the one, if ever they were same

As someone or other who eventually came

To foment this empty jug of feeling—

Bibulous to the point that allusion’s stealing

Eggs from the serpent’s mouth, or what’s to blame

Is amorousness regarding the cosmic game,

Or passion’s result prefigured an aim

Apart from in the unity of vanquishing—

Who was the one?

Honey, if delight in spite of this name

Grants bliss to wine or excess shame—

Or the best part of pairing in pealing—

What’s concealed thus more revealing

In fully waxing waned, as such became

Was that the one?