Comfort
Feathery foam burn down into my belly,
salted lime taint the tip of my lips
sweet rose bitter, bubbly, brash,
Dos Eques, dark auburn or jade,
Hazelnut coffee, warm vanilla biscotti,
barrel of emerald to rest in bed,
4 thoughts on "Comfort"
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I like this poem a lot. We all need our comforts. Definitely take responsible advantage of them!
Nice sensory travelogue
Nice recipe (or are you mixing drinks here?) Either way, it is a full and slightly sleepy little prayer. I like the alliteration!
Thank you all for the comments. Its reflections of my favorite drinks and sweets. Trying to find comfort in this human experience.