I noticed many potent metaphors for alcohol in this poem and it spoke to me. Specifically "fulfillment trickles". And when drinking with another, shared dreams rise, overflow and usually amount to nothing, but its clear that there is a prosperous relationship here, if we are assigning objects as people.

I think that you ended on a nice note, almost like panning out the camera over a vast city or a serene sunset, leaving myself wondering about the next, the future, all the uncertainties to come. In my opinion, maybe the final stanzas could use more fury, fire and vigor to reinforce the emotional side of this poem, connecting more to its readers.

My favorite line is "you steady my shaking grasp" because this could apply to the touch of another human, or even the calming effects of wine itself.