Gazpacho
There is cool comfort
In the coldness of gazpacho
That during summer
Fills burning mouths
Made from the souls
Of martyred tomatoes
Brought forth by the
Earth and sun
This cold sweet blood
Brings balance
To carless, unbridled passions
Cold tasty bloody gazpacho
Leaves pleasantries and joy
The only kind to drink
Warm, metallic blood
Leaves nothing but pain
But the crisp cool bloody gazpacho
Turns you into a vampire
*slurp* *slurp* MMMMM
