Didier had a way with you, didn’t he? He saw the dancer in you, the angular elbows and knees, light pooling in your deep clavicle from the shimmer of stage lights above. And then Dees, from an ocean nearby, heard the cry in your voice. Heard you humming Nick Cave
An hour ago I made wife and I improvised road trip cocktails after a long hike in an Eastern Iowa state park. The cocktail - farmstand gooseberry wine, a lime wedge, a generous dash of Chartreuse essence, and ice. The cocktail was the encouragement I needed to string the hammock and doze. I woke to check my emails and found this ode to several of my favorite SBs. Coincidence? I think not!
Lovely figurative language!
A perfect description of one of my favorite wines. Such talent you have!
I don't think that a better and more accurate poem could be written about Sauvignon Blanc. Well done!
An hour ago I made wife and I improvised road trip cocktails after a long hike in an Eastern Iowa state park. The cocktail - farmstand gooseberry wine, a lime wedge, a generous dash of Chartreuse essence, and ice. The cocktail was the encouragement I needed to string the hammock and doze. I woke to check my emails and found this ode to several of my favorite SBs. Coincidence? I think not!