(Ictus’ lips spy
what’s invisible
to eye: the subtle
hint of Spanish fly
coalescing his
Martini glass’
bubbling eddy
of Brut.
Chambord! She calls
it, the red
liqueur cure.
Puts the bitter
away.)
March 12, 2009, 3:36pm
(Ictus’ lips spy
what’s invisible
to eye: the subtle
hint of Spanish fly
coalescing his
Martini glass’
bubbling eddy
of Brut.
Chambord! She calls
it, the red
liqueur cure.
Puts the bitter
away.)
March 12, 2009, 3:36pm