Anonymous I

PEAR SYRUP, WINE SYRUP

Your body is like a vase,
Where the wine boils, sweet like sugar.

In it is profoundly, the flavoured clove,
The spice and terrestrial cinnamom,
The acid lemon.

Lightly, a knife remove the fruits skin that the fingers touch
And deposit them in the vase. A fire vase.

I close my eyes.
The kitchen is an aroma of nectar and grapes.

While the wood spoon stirs,
I wait for the seed, the lips, the drunkness jelly.
And I reduce inside the vase,
The bubbling liquids

A ruby syrup like the pears! Matured!
Chlep! Chlep!

Anonymous.
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