These thoughts
                            Refined, honed in
               To the objective
Clear, precise, and frequent
                            Like the electricity that powers
               These tools of destruction

So she stomps these berries
                   As if they were hearts of the hated
                                 Readying them for fermentation
                 But there is one lonely heart
Amongst the fruit underfoot
                
                  Never to be considered

                 For it is part of a product
Never to be removed
                 A key ingredient
To this drink of love

It doesn't matter whose is used
                    The end product is all that remains
Sustinence for her lust
                               For pain

And the wine slips between
                                                  These pursed scarlet lips

A smile skirts her mouth
        As the drink slides smoothly
                      Down the throat that uttered
                                Sweet forget-me-nots
                                             Several short years ago

"I love you"
                  She whispers

                And now the heart rests
Deep inside her
                Forever awaiting
      It's chance for redemption