A (wise) man of two faces
Musings, commentary, and the occasional parade of novelty.

Updates Tuesday and Thursday

I can taste the fire
on your lips as they entice
me to ascend even higher -
lightning just struck twice.

Each moment is so nice
but it’s getting rather dire
and I could use a little ice.

However, I will never tire
of your rich and fragrant spice.
You’re my guiding, stalwart spire;
lightning just struck twice.