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To 'M' (Wet Pentametrics)
The spit it drips from under my tongue
‘round half ellipse of my lower lip
More munificent than filles de joie
That’s why je reste avec toi
I sift my words through sieve and rid
Free from trite and cannibal kin
Alone in white, dark per candle lit
Skin it twines - think swine in the sky
Drove it deep, too deep, she said
Pentametrics get her wet
Two doves fly whilst I impede from above
It’s fantasy; don’t read into it, love
‘round half ellipse of my lower lip
More munificent than filles de joie
That’s why je reste avec toi
I sift my words through sieve and rid
Free from trite and cannibal kin
Alone in white, dark per candle lit
Skin it twines - think swine in the sky
Drove it deep, too deep, she said
Pentametrics get her wet
Two doves fly whilst I impede from above
It’s fantasy; don’t read into it, love
Published 2nd Oct 2014
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3rd Oct 2014 2:34am
You seem to tread a fine line between utterly profound and utterly nonsense. Lol its a glorious line to walk.
3rd Oct 2014 2:40am
Don't be fooled, Lydia...
It's mostly the latter. Haha
(not in my head though)
It's mostly the latter. Haha
(not in my head though)
