Poets

There was nothing to fortify life’s effervescent wine: I took some aqua vitae from Khizr and added it.

Why should one be obliged to Khizr for his aqua’s loan? I poured a little of my heart’s blood into the wine-cup.

To make the wine still bitterer and my chest still more sore, I melted the glass itself and added it to my wine.

How can dilutions be as good as the real stuff itself? I pressed wine out of grapes direct and filled my cup with it.