A mere drop of wine can conjure in me the feeling of being close to someone very dear.
I associate her being with the taste. Each twist in the flavor reminds me of something about her. I feel injected with the feeling of communion. Sharing the wine is a growing-closer. As is love.
I shift focus onto introspection. I open my doors of perception. I become a human being whose main ambition is to feel. I do not need anything else. I am able to find abyssal depth in my experience. I can spend hours exploring, contrasting, being.
Such experiences make life worthwhile. My soul has someone close-by, an intimate friend. All daily conundrums are wide asunder. There is no fear.
There is only love.