Bourbon, Rose, and Ecstasy
Tonight he will sip and savor
antique wine—
though not before inhaling its
bouquet.
A hint of Bourbon beads like dew,
notes of Alba rose tickle his nose,
until, at last, his throat is soothed.
—JG ©2026
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