õ:
Not the sound, but the form:
you.
slender leg in a ballet slipper
doing a static dance on the stage
of your face.
(a somewhat-joke this)

facial frame and bone sculpture
built-in smile,
joy and beauty inherent to the system.
I find it refreshing.

Mulled cider or chocolate liqueur,
I can't decide which. But.
Sparkling and spicy and moist and
sweet.
rich.
intoxicating.

Such unquenchable thirst
have I never known and
I plead for a bottomless glass
and a kind bartender
whose voice will reach me through that
affectious haze
of adjectives and sidelong glances:
õ.