mid-summer's treat, fragrant, sun warmed reveries, plucked out between thorns, stained fingers of lavender and blood, much blemished lips, let's see your tongue. oooooeyyy!
so many, lusciously, barely touching on the square plate. dinner's desert, tonight with viennese schlag. cobbled tomorrow, vanilla sugar, buttery crumbles, a perfect breakfast, then back up to the secret, gathering more as long as this summer's last.