Pinot Grigio

Pinot Grigio -

Tastes like early evenings in Autumn.

Cuddled together talking,

Feminism, boys, travel, struggles of being

Lesbian and how she just dreamt of a wedding.

Sitting, staring silently without a word -

Wondering if there was something there when

I cupped her cheeks, curled

Together, as my pupils danced over her face.

Pinot Grigio -

Tastes like the scent of suncream.

On hot August afternoons,

Beach days as a group of misfits, collecting

Petty crimes as gold stars while blasting tunes

No one else cared to hear.

My personal worst crime was you,

Lowly whispering into your ear.

Pinot Grigio -

Taste like stargazing in my hometown

On top of the tallest slide.

Skin shivering without aftersun

As we lay side by side,

Playing music from Bowie to Mars

Wishing we too could dance with the stars.

Pinot Grigio -

Taste like smoke of a cherry cigarette.

Sitting on the steps of Old Town,

Tears travelling down my cheeks.

After my guy best friend turned me down.

Crushing our Summer together, I called her.

Pinot Grigio -

Taste like my girl best friend.

Her tears as I confirm

I never experienced lesbian

Struggles, as I don't like a girl.

I don't like girls.

Pinot Grigio-

Was her favourite drink.

by; Tori Sheehan