

Brown Irony
.xp weirdme@miraclemiracle935004
3 months ago
#poetry
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His skin defies caramel.
Milk suits the description.
His shape commands the eyes.
Not Sablier, but sure tasty.
His voice, like crystal, is clear.
Cymbals and a touch of bass.
His thoughts were clear as a monk.
Zen may fit it more.
My knack for crackings untold.
I felt and surrounded the skin.
Control, I held myself.
He vibed and rolled with me.
A day we sat and talked.
Skin to skin, my nerves were calmed.
A bridge my arms did form.
Charges could pass easily.
I missed him. I told him I did.
He missed me. He said he did too.
To meet me, December, he made it known.
To adore his body in the reunion, I made him know.
A madman, he called me normally.
No doubts, weird and unconventional.
Butterflies in tummy, my heart fluttered. Expectant to see him, I bade him bye.