HER FROSTED IMAGE IN GLASSHOUSE

I grab a mint julep,

sugary drink –

vehicle of medicine

to saturate the brain,

here in this dark, cool room,

with great masses

of a full moon forest

that lay upon mountains.

it’s a long time between drinks,

that one lady –

like an aged gin

of higher quality,

dances in distinct characteristics,

of which touches between the ears,

like crushed ice

leaving a momentary chill,

but laced with her minted scent.

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