I mark the arrival of warmer weather with gin,
My dear. I'm done with bourbon. Sun on
Skin and perspiration call for sharply bitter
Drinks. Good gin, some lime, a slug of tonic
Soothe a latter-day sahib, who, lacking sprawling
Tea plantations, gazes out at someone else's
Soybean fields, and feels your thigh, and asks
Himself, is there a better place than this?
Of course, there is, except when gin and lime
And tonic draw the curtains on a mind, and one
So serpentine as you suggests we go to bed.