Put a dint in it
Arranged abcedarianly
Turn up the cynosure
Count the bees
One by one
A flame can burn
Even on rose carpet
My emotions are
More effusive than the
Color of the background
Is it sexual or passionate
Or both by default
Misunderstood on both sides
Turn over rocking from
Corner to corner and
Light is painting shadows
Into the room with
What is left
I have more than enough
Somehow now the
Thought is having
Just enough to ensure
We are covered completely
For what comes not
Just the edge of the
Blanket but the
Entire comforter
Resplendissant
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Poétique 