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It's my treat

Posted to Poetry




There is
no one here
but you,
reading me,
reading you,
with my clumsy verse.
Raw mirrors,
and lines of words
that I've drawn
around you,
like a stickman's
embrace,
warm and strong,
but pathetically
crude,
like bare-naked,
and fervent,
melting your
tangy citrus,
into my
shameless
vanilla ice cream.
It's my treat,
cooling down your
parched
throat of existence,
coating it
with thick
creamy sweetness.
It's our little secret,
hidden, safely,
within these blaring,
sour,
delicate times.