Wine.

Written 9-7-10.

(Wow, I was able to actually find the drink -
http://cocktailculture.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/kahlua_brand.jpg?w=230&h=288 )


Wine. What an honor. A slow tip to pour the glass, the pour coming to a stop and ceasing. Wine connoisseur.

A look. Dark, like coffee. A smooth clearness to it. The blood of the universe, distilled as wisdom.

Twirling, the alcohol bathing the sides like ocean waves; coming, receding. An overspill. A somewhat hurried lick, almost spoiling the mood.

And then the sensation. Deep. Mild. Strong, but not over-powering. A sniff, and a tea-like meditation burning the lungs. They open like a kite. A sip. The taste reaches out in the mouth, producing star-bursts of taste and calm.

He sits in a meditative state, writing about this. Well, it's not wine. Some sort of coffee brandy.


Listen to it here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pz6WBWkSjtI