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spying out the windowsill
eyes strain to see the storm of the hour
whispering winds warned this tower
my widows rain down the hill
spitting on my windowsill
the sea eyes my tower, chaffing to devour
the chivalrous waves join the shower
strappingly slapping my stones
bruising my walls but not breaking my bones
I'll shut the windows, barricade the door.
I'll talk to my shadows and speak no more.
Travis Green Aug 2021
It was a brief encounter that astounded me
When you took me into your crystal crowned town
Holding my hands, leading me downtown
To mantasmagorical stores filled with your infinite allure
Staring me up and down, kissing my right cheek
So sweet I instantly thought I had drifted
Into the autumn azure seas, trapped in dopestasy

You looked so vainglorious, a savage yet passionate lion
Guarding my world with all your heart and soul
Humming sweet-sounding tunes that mesmerizes me
Makes me obsessed with his strappingly stunning presence
All his fantasticalicious words swirling sensually
In the opening of my mouth, gliding so smoothly
Down my throat as I leaned next to him even more
Not desiring to miss nothing, to see everything
In its sheerest depiction, the sun going down
To rise again another day, the night emerging externally
The city lights all around us bringing us closer in union

— The End —