Bathing in Wine

Bathing in Wine The time is prime, to align and enshrine, to indulge, to engulf, and to go for a swim, on a whim, jump on in, and let it take, you away out to sea, let it be, ride the wave, of Cabernet, need to wash, need to cleanse, feel all clean and wipe the lens, Life is murky, often dirty, not too fair, Need a bath to wash my hair, Dark red wine, is only mine, takes me out, on it's dime, when I want, to get a flow, I sip a drip of dry Merlot, I wish to fall, into my glass, of shiny red, be alone at last, Dark red satin, cleans my skin, Mend my sin, and begin my spin, Scrub my soul, and sweep my mind, a lustful sleep, undefined Swirl my vision with red-black wine, splash my face until it shines, soak my bones to a brine, condition my hair to be so fine, My only care, is to place on my shrine, my bottle of wine, that is all mine.