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Thursday, February 11, 2016
Underworld (edible poetry)
I miss you when you leave, my dear I eat the fruit that kept you here And dream of your scarlet lips This room still carries your scent of rose The perfume of flowers soaking into my clothes Though spring is a foreign thing, to me In this damp dark I wait eagerly For you to return home to me With stories of the light Until then: I'll have a drink. ......
Pomegranate sphere with a cocktail of wild rose vodka, lemon juice, and simple syrup