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Shakespeare said, in Loves' Labours' Lost
That "abstinence engenders maladies".
Although my love for the great Bard
Is without reproach,
I beg to differ.
Abstinence can indeed father
Hunger
With razor edges
But also uniquely equips one
To experience acutely.
Teaches one that the thing
Most desired, that throbbing wish
Is only truly satisfying when
Parameters of specificity are met.
One cannot slake a thirst for champagne
With hard cider.
Thus I remain
Happily
Solitudinous,
Awaiting the arrival on my horizon
Of a particular
Vintage.
And should the dream n'er
Transmogrify
I am heartfelt grateful
Knowing
Hard cider is within
Reach
If not in time.
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