Basil


Cords of delicate delight spice the eve

Unbelievably childish under the picnic table

Dragons puff their chests beyond recognition

Friends float amongst the babes

In ripened 

Deflower the Mayflower

Dreams caught in the static

I run to magic

Behind the roots

Under the stairs

Where the Jaguar sniffs

Thoughts?

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