As hymns in my head this poetry
but only spoken may it be,
for the melodics are concealed
in intonations and images
which before your eyes dance,
it moves in throat'n mouth
vibrates as it's tasted as flavours.
Li'l fairies sprinkled spells on me ;
ah, I lie - I only adore them so !
As they from the trees'n mounds
cometh forth - as cutelicious
as they be ; sharp teeth'n nails -
an' when morning comes
into cavity whoosh with prey.
As flat as lines are, doeth it swirl,
a step forth, three back then
leaping through the aires doeth
the remnant letters as words
into wyrds'n turned in the fifth,
as the offkey it cometh then
Oh, uh, ah trips back to four!
I only smile as the letters twirl --
as in a jewelry box I hath
oh naughty - Tinkles pierced,
but no piercing in which
I'd set Her as Nights Cometh
into dawn, love's costs -
so she'd let me slip away.
Am I trapped to be devoured?
Nay, only shift my form
I too can be as ye as you'th fled ;
then close'th this poetry
as a book is sealed with a kiss,
my claws as they slithered
over endless, twilight pages.
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