Your abundance tastes like mangoes
allows the awe of allusions’ light

form the salts of oleaginous metaphors
from the look of your distant gaze

like a casual glance of a gazelle now
before the pride as they stalk their prey,

who would have known such passion
thrown to the winds of a simple

notion, can cast the spell of a shadow?
caught in the alchemy of your presence

I slip dawn’s love carefully across your lips

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© Thespian Drummer