Dulcet The Broodness
By *D*i*a*g*o*n*a*l* on November 30, 2014 11:58 pm
You wanted
But you don’t neatly think it out
Dulcet the brood-ness, you licks the sadness in your eyes.
So go fetch it
Imbue, inure, ethereal.
You lissome gadget
You ravel all around the while.
Finally the time has come...
To me you are a hissing wave
Vestigial, a spark will yearn
To me you are a setting sun
A quintessential lasting hug
To me you are but petrichor
Slipping down and making l o v e
To me you are but spider's silk.
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