Marmalade Prance
Tiger lilies float,
around my fingertips
wafting a sweetness
that is your essence
your crown is broken,
my head is utter chaos
eating a petit four,
such a sweet taste
for such a fresh prince
captivated by your
ice laced soul, my mind
wanders as the pollen,
dances amidst
my nose, how do I...
declare such a jovial state of being,
when I can just prance with a
bellowed laugh and say finally,
I have lapsed into something...
so delightfully wondrous.
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Kristen Clancy
A poet
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