Valentine
Well, this absence of tiny red hearts,
with a presence of snow salted gray,
and battling middle-age meltdown,
has allowed for some bittersweet work.
Thank God.
A seasoned relationship
dines on life’s rechauffe
with spices
unique to the union,
relishing the table talk,
always fresh, often saucy.
Shy the treacly desert.
angel’s share
I have written
give ‘em enough trope
aimed my ink
with a sniperscope
damn careful
not to interlope
nor forget
the angel’s share
having noted
I once lived in exile
made current
those memories erstwhile
with some bitter prose
to reconcile
and reimburse
the angel’s share
writing rewards
fictions of recompense
while talents
a tally of consequence
a perspired desire
left to condense
and provide
the angel’s share
Angels’ share is a term for the portion (share) of a wine or distilled spirit’s volume that is lost to evaporation during aging in oak barrels.
wikipedia
both above published more than two decades ago
