scintilla seraglio // clinomania

drifting through gossamer fogs
beckoning all the languages to tell them;
         lilting, effervescent
         you’re a hidden moon rising

two sides of only one coin; xx / xy
dulcet digits toying with them
         bite my knuckles
         savour the murmuring warmth

it alights so well, simply coloured
knotted in a quiver,
         that tongue in cheek
        turning glasses, diamond clinking

the cynosure of the abandon
but demure, a mystery worth unraveling
         dissemble it
         evocative darkness, imbued

vestigial signaling, reined in
a surreptitious quake over exhumed hands
         I am inclined to
         acquiesce to your request

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