In the shadows of an orchard's still From the stem of a fluted glass With the effervescence of a Bellini Tasting nectar of your sweet puree And the pomace of your lip's extract As spirits play host in life's reveille In transparency of our intimacy And we making love in chaparrals Through the eyes of a demitasse And the heart of the peach blossom In distillation of the cognac
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