Here I sit,
wrapped in words
that wriggle with pleasure,
satisfied,
around my mind.
Doted on and applauded
like a baby's first steps,
they wreathe and writhe
until my brain is
honeycomb-rich.
And here I sit.
Shining lights
4 years ago
Poetry and puzzlings... All of the poetry I post is my own, unless otherwise stated. All of the puzzlings likewise.
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