Soft notes, Sambuca, lingering shadows
whispering encore with scent of anise
pulsing infatuation caressing my soul
listing to starboard as we dance
with potent allure mingling tones
arousing sentiments unveiling the hush
of a silent breath in twilight’s symphony
paved with hollowed oaths of sobriety
tasting the dregs of society’s hypocrisy
with a Judas cough of debauchery
unhinging my Spartacus the forbidden
tariffs dark souls woven to decay
and sacraments in a house of Oligarchs
descending into Satan’s unholy grail
with notes of Sambuca








hello dearest Adagio this is a work of art so beautiful 💕
Thank you, Brenda. Sambuca, is also the name of my bookshop.