Nightcap Supper

Gus Jonsson

Jun 2, 2025

1 min read

Nightcap Supper

First the blue cheese twixt the sharp apple pickle

Tickle tang Indian relish heaped upon Bath Olivers as hard as slate

Fat sweet green grapes bunch together across the plate

Late bottled sunshine from the Douro sparkles in her glass

Her soft brown eyes meet mine

Firelight dances in the hearth chasing shadows across the ceiling

A time to dream

Together until the morning

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