Took, passing, as
my chosen word
a comfort-food of preference,
celestial confectionery,
indulgent mewl of movement.
It's a prudent lie
I stir myself
this spoon
of porch-light parable,
a home-brewed benediction
simpers, intimate angelica
infallible
as love....
Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 2:48 AM UTC
Took, passing, as
my chosen word
a comfort-food of preference,
celestial confectionery,
indulgent mewl of movement.
It's a prudent lie
I stir myself
this spoon
of porch-light parable,
a home-brewed benediction
simpers, intimate angelica
infallible
as love....
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