He was like the bottle of Champagne Krug
Created and bottled with old-world style
Aged to a distinctive, nutty finish.
One hand pulled the bottle close, slid up its slender neck
His other loosed the wire cage, and slowly freed the swollen cork
Waiting for the pop of release
Release of icy, rising vapor.
Waiting for her hand to pour, his turn to watch
Watch the tilting flutes, the bottle twisting with her wrist.
How far she filled the glasses would tell him
How long he would have to wait
As the bubbles danced on their tongues.