Intoxication

It is basic. A basic luxury perhaps, but certainly basic.

"Wine shops on the street corner..." he says, and I go back to the days when these shops on the 'street corner' were my companions. They aren't all that bad I tell him. They offer solitude and they love it when you walk in looking all lost and forlon. Where else would you find such love? The romantic blend of service & indifference. Its unburdened. Its pure. Lets cut it short, Its sheer pleasure!

"...The burden of identities left far behind
Of drinking from and passing into
Just the moment becomes life itself
Of unburdened, unquestioned love"