The only way to evoke deep

emotions to the surface is thru wine.

Wine, dulls the present and

swaddles the truth of the heart.

"More wine", yelled the drunk poet,

"let me feel something"!

Lay waste to the misery and stir

within, the lost love I carry!

What a double edge sword that alcohol be used to dull the senses but that it heightens our misery when we are in a state of suffering. I am completely guilty of becoming a lush for the sole purpose of tapping into feelings I’ve buried. You know different alcohols do wear different glasses and perhaps it should be explored further. This damn, drunk and sunken poet could flip script into an evocative, erotic, whiskey loving night cat. *purr*