Okay, so maybe not food, but drink is close enough. This poem starts by comparing wine to some of the more common comparisons. This wine tastes of 'cracked leather' and 'cherries'. Then it goes a bit more broad - wine yields talk of poets and human relations. She then seems to say that these connections, like the buzz from the wine she's drinking, will soon end. However, that doesn't stop one from tasting or trying it all.
Favorite line: "the moon dove / in the river"
the moon dove
in the river
in the river
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