Sweet Vermouth

Leather and whiskey, a bitter release

I dodge the puddle on the street, I clacker, I tease

The shoegazing haze beckons me to the brew

I swallow and slug, throat warm, I wait for what must ensue

Impending smile, the monocle mounts

Rose tinted swirl, my neck unwound

Confide in me, comfort me, tell me all your secrets,

and we’ll waltz into a blur..

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