There is mix of sensuality, exuberance, and musicality in this poem as we become intoxicated by your words. No. Not intoxicated, but elevated, filled by your spirit.

I think to feel rejected is one of those great fears. It paralyzes some of us to the point of never daring to open up, knock the door, take a sip of the cup overflowing with wine.

Because what does the fruit wants but to give itself, nourish expand in the other. Like the spirit of the wine.

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I often like to say that to feel even when it is the aftertaste of the intoxication of the night, is better than not to feel at all. To feel the loss, better than never have found. Of course, easy for me to say, as I almost never drink and I live a predictable life. And if you are ocean, who can anyone expect to control it? All we do is ride its waves and hope and pray it doesn’t swallow us bones and all.

Thank you for writing, Jenine.
Pablo