Vintage jewels

I perplex over your wit
Fingering your words with discretion
Peeling back the layers
To unveil their meaning

Wisdom is borne of experience
The nectar of the nucleus
Spilling its liquid to cocoon your essence
It’s shimmer is raw and viscous

Your words urge me to ponder deeply
Each metaphor splayed in cloth for dissection
I feel your words in my chest
as they stumble through my spirit
Collecting meaning along the way

My ears twinge as the inner voice is echoing
Throwing noise to your walls
Fissuring as this wisdom translates
into an edible speck that I can swallow

You take me to a place that is exclusive
You let me dine on caviar
You let me sip the aged wine

You are an old soul, my friend
Your aura, cast of vintage jewels
I’ll idle here in your shadow
Perhaps your shade is all I’m worthy of