Big Words For InfatuationA Poem by VERONICAThe sweet panacea stroking my inner throat, Intruding my core, Lilts me to my left-- Lilts me to disconsonance. A tintinnabulation of maracas and calabanzas Beguiles me right, Past my zenith, And into a demigod. A gondolier Of Byzantine intricacies, Who is as extemporaneous As the seagoat. And I begin dancing Cascading to my emotions And feeling cured; Enveloped in the arms of this... Demigod. © 2010 VERONICAReviews
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