Wine speaking to me differently

today, with the Cab and the Chardonnay I’ve so far tasted.  Just two varietals, from two varying areas and producers.  Something’s being said here….  What with me and wine, something new.  Okay, new, but more pronounced, more convincing, more musical.  I won’t do it, anything with wine, as I used to.  As the fucking industry tells me to. I’ll have it be love, intimate, intimacy, a precise and more present form of beat poetry.