![]() |
Vodka is squeezed and fermented from potatoes. Can my love be drunk like vodka? |
| Vodka To be my lover: Embrace me in the dark. Ferment the sugars of my soul. Distill me with your touch. Pour out the vodka pure and clear. Drink me down. Take your pleasure. Piss me out! To know your love, I'd eat potatoes every day. © Kåre Enga 2004 Catalogue number: [161.135b] 30 april 2004 This is part of a pair of odd "love" poems. "Vodka" is for all my wonderful Polish friends, near and far |