aches

so few days are now spent reminding myself of the richness of wine. i do not mean the product of wine, as much as i mean the effect it produces. it was only last year that i was addicted to reds. a day was not lived without a glass and social sittings were not spent without a bottle uncorked and finished. i remember climbing my seven flights of stairs and falling onto my couch with my lips already touching a glass. in retrospect my necessity to bring upon relaxing aids was rather irrational. but then again, what can one say now of my dependency on ambien? although, unfortunately, its hallucinogenic effects no longer fall over my eyes or contaminate my mind. i admit, now i only fall asleep. however, relaxation dependency equated with irrational behavior or not, there is no question that wine's power to intoxicate one's body, infatuate one's eyes and romanticize one's mind is rightfully the qualities that reside within one's perception while the wine is still heavy on their breath and beating on their lips. immediately after one taste, one's face is flushed and in need of fanning. wine flows within one, coating his interior and crystallizing carnal curiosities. petals fall over the drinker's eyes like a masculine body that cloaks a woman's human cave. and partners held within the framing of one's sight tear at the landscape of the other's skin. becoming impregnated with a liquid that soaks the fold of her lips, the night is saturated with a more blinding darkness. how can one see what one knows should be felt, if one is as drunk as they? i have asked myself something similar: what came first attraction or inebriation? and when i woke was it because i was no longer in love or sober to the situation?