The Alembic

The Alembic

Soft hair

and humidity

trickled from his torso

to his belly button

as I moistened my lips.

When the fruit ripened,

he placed it in containers planked

with scented Spanish Oak

and covered with moss; export

that would later be distilled.

But to me Jerez

was not what gave him

the fragrance of Montilla,

it only forced me to savor

the memory of his abdomen.