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over
crumbly cookies
and
cups of tea
they'd
bared
their
'eccentricities'
each
inveterate lyre
sang....duo...
a choir
of
libating,
vibrating,
pulsating
respire....
he, with his palette...
she, with her pen...
tickled
and
fancied.....
trilled...
each
one,
a wren
in
melodious
song
the
tuneful,
prolong'd
symphonies
of
their souls
became one..
.jellyrolls
from
the
hearts
of these two...
... ah, it's glorious....true......
she digs his tattoos...
and
he
now
knows
deep blues
are
for oceans
and skies....
loves
the
green
of
her eyes....
oh, this is no whim...
she thinks only of him.....
he puts rings on her toes
...and he soon will propose
to stay in her safe harbor,
awash in sweet ardor....
where
all secrets
wait
just for him....
to elate,
with a mischievous sigh....
'she's my gal....I'm her guy.'! !
delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
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