Rioja

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