Mist
Mist meEven though you do not
Miss me
Make me hazy and crazy
As you think of my droplets.
Kiss me...
You are fool enough
To pass
To me some history
Within fine dazes and blazes.
Mist me
Make me
Clarified hot.
Or not.
As this risky mist
Descends.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2010-07-16 at 04:23
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