A Good Sancerre I got up walked to the kitchen poured water drank it naked, in front of the sink, my beard moist with her musk. I filled it again held it up to my neck the glass cool. I sliced a good bleu, havarti, camembert red pears, apples added sweet grapes a good Sancerre and a handful of walnuts she smiled we ate and drank wine I lay with my head on her stomach talking and feeling the rise and fall of her breath