Janine and Her Bottle of Wine

We all saw the bottle of red wine,

At the top of a mighty rock

It glistened in the rays of the beautiful sun

The bottle, the rock, the wine and everything else.

We were all happy in the blinding light.

Some soothing their skin, some digging the earth.

Hardly did anyone notice Janine

Who was listening to the sun.

She lay there hugging the rock

That stood still holding the wine.

Her cheek grazed the smooth curves

Feeling the rhythm of the rays.

She loved the wine more than anything else

But wouldn’t take a sip ‘coz she loved it too well.

She heard everything in the wait.

She smelt the aroma in the air.

The euphoria that made us dance

Was nothing but the wine in the air.

The sun and the breeze spread the joy

It was nothing. Just the wine in the air.

But Janine did not dance with us.

She lay there tapping her feet.

She was busy listening to the rhythm of the rock

In the shade of which she smelt the wine.

She loved the wine more than anything else

But wouldn’t look at it ‘coz she loved it too well.

And she lay there with closed eyes

Her cheek on the rock , tapping her feet

While we continued soothing our skins

And digging the earth to unveil the deep.

Since it was nothing. Just the wine in the air.