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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