Chotayant

by DarkLight   Aug 30, 2018


Ineffable,

surreptitious, pathway to seraglio.

Oh, my penumbra love,

sex is no panacea,

ingenue you’ve become.

I’m not your harbinger,

Ebullience of deceit to dalliance,

comely to the eyes,

meant to dissemble.

Over you I brood

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  • 5 years ago

    by Brenda

    I have to admit, I had to look up a few of these words for their meanings. In short concise lines you wrote a lot. Well done-

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