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