Wine

(Listening to Fourplay - 101 Eastbound)

Is it selfish for only children
Such as myself to want
The need to
Exclude the
World
From my thoughts
In this solitary stream with
Sun kissed pinecones
Under the
Cold spell
Bracing for
Hot cocoa,
Marshmallow eyes
In the mood
This season
And their
Sparkle highs:
Spouses of
Clouds
Riding
By way as the
Chronic
Myalgias:
Muscles:
Flesh
Drifting;
Sketchy
Floaters:
Unsure of
What they
Really want
If they actually
Want to be
Bothered.
Reentering the
Field of vision:
Held by
Some
Wine bottle
Gifted from
(nvm)
and a
Hallmark
Greeting card
Last year: same time
Frame
In which
Out of all the
Guzzle buddies-
I found myself.

(This actually has nothing to do with sex for a change but catching up with an estranged colleague and how it spawned unlikely: consequential self-transformation).