Teeth in the darkness....

The Test of the Wine Taster

They sat together in the beautiful room,

as they had so many times before.

The goblet moved smoothly in her hand

as she swirled its contents.

She held it up to the dim light

and breathed in its aroma.

Finally, drinking deeply and leaning back,

she closed her eyes for just a moment...

. . . and then spoke.

This is truly a challenge, my friend,

For it is indeed a unique drink.

Its hue is dark and somber,

Darker than most reds .. .

The fragrance is sharp and sweet,

A strong bouquet with a hint of spice.

It has a full-bodied taste,

Rich, bold, and full of life.

The vibrancy contrasts sharply

With the darkness of its hue.

The contrast brings an excitement

And a hint of the mysterious.

It has the freshness of a young vintage,

But the dignity of an aged wine.

It is unlike any I have ever known,

And yet seems strangely familiar.

I cannot place the label, origin, or year,

And must therefore admit defeat.

She set the goblet throughtfully on the table

as her host templed his long fingers.

She smiled at him across the candlelit table,

admiring his handsome pale features.

His blue eyes gazed at her, touched by her beauty

as he leaned forward in his heavy chair

Then he grinned at her and she gasped in surprise.

Sharp teeth glistened as he reached out...

…and took her hand.