Monday, August 12, 2013

Dear, have you perchance, heard the tune, as this evening?

Dear,
Have you
Perchance,
Got the dew
Of the drops
Of tune
Getting mixed
With this
Sizzle
Of an evening?
Have you Her seen?

God...
She hath cometh dear,
For you
To make you
A sizzle
In my eyes...
There
your bosom
How heaves up
And then falls...
Like adam's apple
yours
Trying to say
So many things...

An honorium
For me
Perhaps
you there
Keep
On my table,
Wooden,
Brownish
Teak seasoned
By the wet
And shine,

And there
the evening
Sets in
Like a tune of a dance,
Slow,
A Ball...
For us two
And this evening
As sizzling
Upon me falls...

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