my lovely absinthe, posing obligingly in the late-afternoon sunlight
From mindful repentance to sweet excess, in the space of a few words...
Yes I know she's just glorified herby grain alcohol, but indulge me anyway as I slip on my shoulder-length gloves, arrange my bustle, and settle myself onto the chaise; glass, spoon, and sugar cube arrayed on the low table before me...
I'll be back here at the waning of the green hour...
