If Pippa were a glass of wine

If Pippa were a glass of wine,
I would sip her face and swish
her round to test her body.
I would inhale her gluten free
aroma, allow her full bodied
personality to grip on to my
nasal hairs and send an alcoholic
tingle to my brain. I would take
her conversation into my mouth,
gargle it, taste it at the back of
my throat then swallow it
down. Feeling it’s warm
goodness gently caress
me like an inside out
hug. I would swallow
down her smile,
her eyes,
her lips.
When
my
glass
is
empty
I would
Refill
and
repeat
until
I was
drunk.
The happiest drunk there ever could be.