prompt -'recipe' @ poets and storytellers united
Golden hands
Can pour no wrong.
With a pinch of salt
We forget all their faults
I sip my kiwi caipiroska
Willing to take me back in time
To places which only existed in my mind
Where the golden sun
Didn’t hate the silver moon
Every day was a noon
Akin to a silver spoon.
Next round please
This time add pepper and honey
Maybe a few notes of mahogany
I’m gonna scream a symphony
A woman’s baritone
A man’s lullaby
World shouldn’t make sense
Should words?
Just get me the whole pitcher.