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Love’s Cocktail

This lemon wedge,
floating in gin and angostura bitters.

Three words at the thin end —
and a wedding ring at the rind.   Parched,

in Saharan dunes, by a calling sea,
refreshing rain, pours

rivulets streaming down the panes
of the cold glassed hot-house where I lie,

locked and shrivelled.
The brazen sun beats

while my panting tongue —
lolls.
Written by SeaCat
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