The Fascinator — Sightseer’s Poems

Two Figures Drab by the ambient light — Rousing heat and dying lusts, I Tell This Tale By This Metaphorical Scene Of Sexual Salutations; Hereby we Go!

Harsh by the ambling light, I figure him out

By descending on the right —

You may deem me right — you may deem me also wrong;

Concurrent would be the jazzing done

To clothe his approach to me in such a light,

I figure — I repeat —

This supping World, ghastly to swear:

The world is told through soft lies

To enfold ourselves

To be our visitations to the work

We are meant to adore in

The embodying life

A Fascinator forbidden by halves;

All the could’ve been —

would’ve been

The Fascinator!;

The Fascinated — to toil her;

The Fascinator, O, Hash, enlarged!

The drab, I laugh by!

The dubbing light, the detailed personhood

Of his charm

Strapped utterly useless

Till the excitements beckon is awakened charm

To me

And comes to me

That would be a veiling burden,

Oh, would it be?

Fascinator, oh Fascinator,

I’m fascinated!

Hereby go! — the man declares to love me so —

Dreams of this alluringly advantaging light,

Wherein he cannot see me,

Positions me to the edge of his heart —

Yet if the vantages be reached

The teacher shan’t remain ever to my home

Much more —

Fascinator, Fascinator evermore!

Goes my liquid form

Diets and social scrabbles

The prickling of in-course urchins

Lacid up turns

By the tickling of my garish hairs

That garnish no social meal

Stepping upon the sinful acidity of light

I judge you further by what it deemed after

Fascinator — fascination bides evermore!

Shall this man ever gander the

Failing leaves he has stepped on

Or the tendering feathers

He has ruffled

Before his time is over to the ends

Unenviable — so why for his greed, after he leaves me?

I am that merely to him, in all but memory —

I was teased to be used;

I was that arching fascinator just for a time —

Just for the time outside of my bids for a meaning,

The devoted light, that passage never to be —

I was that arching fascinator just for his night

Aching ever on, anon to be done harshly

Unenviable — so why for his greed, dignified just enough for his sex?

Fascinator I hedge tomorrow’s light the same

Without much said more than what was done

As he had to me that supple taste of me

Yet nothing else was done after —

Cupid desires calmly me, is what I devise;

Calmly evermore, remains the piecemeal done —

So rambly, I bid you adieu,

Go on without a feather asunder,

Be that your blessing tonight —

Piecemeal done, shuddering, I am undone.

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