Sazerac at the Headwaters (Port Townsend)

by FTS Miles   Jul 13, 2018

29 May 2018

Southern wormwood slides
a dark blade of bitter delirium
across my palate before
slipping dangerously to my
throat, all citrus thorn before
the burn of rye offers a
hard caress to my savor
of the drink, this place,
as silken prelude to the eve,
her hand on mine before a
smile slips into her eyes
and her lips say goodnight
but not goodbye....


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