Ignis Fatuus

Your words float 

Aside

Along and safely

Inside

Hollow iridescent

spheres

Safe from our

Fears

I watch them

Closely

I love them

Mostly

I imagine they

Land

Precisely where I

Stand

They tickle my

Feet

A slow trickling

Treat

Swirling circulating loving

Words

Drawing in jealous

Birds

They chase them

Feverishly

Oh

If you could

See

This vision this

Dance

Such an equivocal

Trance

These bubbles would

Burst

Eliminating all that's

Cursed


-Madamchryzl-








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