We know this particular neck of the woods well.
To know her is to love her,
Over and over again.
The nexus between us has a motive
All its own: strike the firing pin.
Then spin~spin~spin.
I see stars that uninhibitedly glow.
Heaven has opened
Up her waiting arms.
Who said,
"All that glitters is not gold?"
Was it not a desperate wistful streetcar?
Heyday!
We're bathed in a bridal veil of angel light:
The crowning nimbus.
*** is a knotty business: it binds.
Given enough rope, we
Hang from the rafters.
Come fruition come!
Ah, this sleep is sweet
On those morning afters.
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 4:50 PM UTC
We know this particular neck of the woods well.
To know her is to love her,
Over and over again.
The nexus between us has a motive
All its own: strike the firing pin.
Then spin~spin~spin.
I see stars that uninhibitedly glow.
Heaven has opened
Up her waiting arms.
Who said,
"All that glitters is not gold?"
Was it not a desperate wistful streetcar?
Heyday!
We're bathed in a bridal veil of angel light:
The crowning nimbus.
*** is a knotty business: it binds.
Given enough rope, we
Hang from the rafters.
Come fruition come!
Ah, this sleep is sweet
On those morning afters.
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