Doily laced, but finer, like
streamers of clarified butter
over threads of spider wisp caramel and
too heated for the easily melted
pot of the belly and
the furred floor of a well watered mouth alike so
pressed nostrils in full flare
to the oven's vents and
drinking scarves of dinners scents and
raising dares of expectations
like team spirit pennants in the 9th
will, for now, my crowded senses
on edge of seat and anxious feet
have to satisfice.
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