sketching his face
for her hands they shake
at the thought of a flawless manifest
shards of penetrating light
thrown from eyes so stellar bright
oh she cannot get it just right!
perhaps upon closer inspection
and then once more in reflection
could she do him fractional justice
so in the meantime and with the advent
of a deeper mystery she shall
banish her riotous mind
to the blushy imaginings of
a time frozen satedness
what afternoon delight!
quickly found then faded
with yet another release
of burnish in paper conceal
above creatures of pastel and lead
for smiles in mischief plus truth
so exceedingly different
but somehow disarmingly the same
*endless days, zingy cuddles of surplus love + lemonade*
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