—a glass of cold comfort that chills more than it cheers
The cubes were sharp, the glass was frost,
A frozen love, a warmth long lost.
It kissed your lips, but numbed your tongue,
A frigid song that can’t be sung.
The sip was clean, the finish stark,
A fleeting hug that left a mark.
It whispered care, it whispered close,
But froze you through, and nothing more.
The coffee sat, detached, austere,
A brittle ghost you held too near.
You drained it down, the shiver stayed.
A drink that kept its heart away.
Cold hands, cold glass, no heat to lend.
Affection here is just pretend.
📜 Arctic Affection – The Recipe
Ingredients:
- 3 oz Cold Brew (crisp and distant)
- 1 oz Vodka (affection, distilled and cold)
- ½ oz Peppermint Syrup (the chill that cuts deeper)
- Garnish: Crushed ice—jagged, unkind
Instructions:
Fill a rocks glass with crushed ice. Pour in cold brew, vodka, and peppermint syrup. Stir once, briefly, as if withholding. Serve frosty, without warmth, without apology.