aperitif

pour from a carafe
the liquor of your laughter
sweet, inebriating cordial crème

no Benedictine Monk dare dream
a chartreuse concoction so potent
that it shall be deemed a nepenthe

and I will like fine fruit brandy
consume it as drunkard drinks
then hold my goblet up in proof

that no bourbon, whiskey or vermouth
shall intoxicate me such
as the liquor of your laughter.


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KLK 11/29/99

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