For the past half-hour, I've been mulling over your poem madly. I turned off the radio, which was bopping in the background, and have sat here, in front of my computer, swirling the aroma of silent 'wow' in my goblet.
'The Grapes of Wine' is a beautiful poem, brilliant in both it's structure and images, without sounding too pompous. A sensual sip of spirits, "A proper tease would wet her lips/and tilt her head -". You had me at 'hello.'
Not really feedback, but praise - so keep up the commendable authorship.