Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Saturday, April 18, 2015
Casanova's child
Three quarters gold,
one quarter a woman's perfume
wafting of jasmine, of alcohol and pure sweat
Casanova's child is made of gold and space,
a woman's spice, and a regrettable shot of whiskey with ice.
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