Wavering between highs and lows,
Swelling and Subsiding
With moon smiling above.
I look at the river;
Moonlit and shining blue
Under the sky, stark and dark
Amorous and glacé
With powdered mirth and curvy smiles
A glassful of memories;
With teaspoon of humor,
A pinch of thoughtfulness and dash of swag
Like a swish tagged with desires,
How so whimsical, how so queer.
Can’t you just;
Not be a cloak-and-dagger,
Simply stick and flicker around.
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