Oh Cava,

My calling card

In contracting clients

Who is courting who

With gifts to ensue

A shard of romance

And we’ll deliberate a dance.

Vicariously rain on me aisles of roses

Paying me for runways of matrimony and poses

Fabling and filling the flutes as they fell

On mirrored platters for a wedding bell

Breaking from the bubbling up

As guests cheer with every cup

And the foam running down

And clanging together as health’s go ‘round.

Watching the scene from a distance: if I only live once,

I want the great gift of forever in an instance.

Real is a rarity not visible as the choreographed song is seen

And mistaken to be something that many eyes gleam

Ringing stems with their knives as conductors of bliss

To wish upon the couple to courtesy kiss.

Sweet Cava, help me remember

The tale tastes like toys of December.

Bottoms up to the bottle

Like a toke or a smoke or a child’s coddle

I’ll down Xarello till it’s spent

So my inward eye might recant

For better or worse;

Does better exist?

Tomorrow, the Brute Cava, I’ll curse

And tomorrow, Cava, my love, remember the lie to resist.