Chocolate Ganache

Quiet air, hard frost.
A ganache is forever,
Silly thing. Soft corners,
drizzle, and cordite. Two
glasses. Three words. Ships
on fire. The end of a storm.
Self (ho hum) importance
floating on a sea
of cream.

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