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I Could
I could write of stellar
skies -- Really I could!
Could write of lozenge
moons~ of over-saturated
beams, arriving and departing,
concentrates of extra sweetened,
totally addicting, poetically
whipped creams:
(unfold, eerie immaterial, cobwebby
tightly creased seams, of long
seeming ever taboo gleams -- )
I could write...really I could!
compose glitter, like diamonds,
a huge, full jar -- Aladdin Stories,
fantastical adventures from romantic
afar -- I could strum a string strung
between, distant star and my near,
dear, sparkly guitar --
rather savor your toffee lips
chocolate licks like a Mar's Bar....
Copyright ©
Joe Dimino
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