Communion

By Phil Rosie Gioldasis
A small plate golden a glass of wine.
Empty independent free self sacrificed
In the remoteness a still an stirring.
A communication from this an starred.
One well born an unanimous crackling.
Remember thee as a tourney in regard.
Thick tally from a unwarranted sapient
In the smoothness of the wine pouring.
There snapling sweet slope memories.
Intoxicating nectar tussled in savor.
Infused it works never finding rest.
Unaided yet in communion with us,
year after year a sign geocentric.
That if thou hath roused us to
a calming sea while bottling
some transmittable force to say again.
While riding on for forever more