In white flashes
you live the Rioja dream.
Well past a sunbeam
you feel the pull, the shock
as a bull pierces your skin.
Within you feel its blood,
under a hood you touch every grape,
try to give it a name in its natural shape
and you then eat a meal with a thought you can't feel.
Eels swim in the rivers of your body
to close the dream permanently for one moment
and you wake up in morning with the scent
of a head you can't heal.
THAT'S BLOOD AS IT LEAVES YOUR BODY