Kazaar

I need hand-crafted jolts

with aromatic notes of peppery intensity 

ripe for office mornings. That we may last 

together through ischemic daylight 

dodging bouts of snark beyond 

the Rabelais in time. 

A whispered allemande draws 

to natural rusticity posing 

at water's edge, prepared 

to dazzle clean a memorable siege 

of chlorine blue.