In the Spring
Gin and tonic waits in coffee cups
To be raised to lips and poured into
Bellies filled with Sunday brunch.
Another afternoon with my foot in my mouth,
Another night with a stranger.
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Damn. Love this.
Nice! I could feel the length of the afternoon, and the night.
Amazing
holy crap this is good.