Amber! Amber!
It is all amber.
The wood of the bar
Varnished with sunlight:
Amber!
The porter rolling in my
Glass like syrup:
Amber!
The eyes all around,
Blue, green and brown:
Amber!
Call them amber!
They’re warm enough,
For we are wracked —
Caught in hiccupped laughter,
Creased. Seeping to our edges,
Happiness has drenched us.
May it be forever
Thus.
