letterman999
Experienced
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- May 21, 2012
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"Common"
My mediocrity is like a old towel. Hooray.
What can I say? The morning sun persists
in common golden rays. Nor can cliché excise
its glow. The blinding light resists
all shadowed residue since you rose
beneath it. Languid moods settle the tongue.
A cache of sunlit hours, admitted few,
might skirt convention's path. Still, here among
the pabulum, my ordinary heart shines through.
What's between your lips, that tongue itself
seems the electric current of words. I'm here
to press the cause for cliche. As for your skin--
translucent pearl, a petal, a neutral veneer.
Are you a vessel spoken for? That's sovereign
to poets. Though middle of the road, I dazzle
with finesse. Your plainess and mine? Happiness.
My mediocrity is like a old towel. Hooray.
What can I say? The morning sun persists
in common golden rays. Nor can cliché excise
its glow. The blinding light resists
all shadowed residue since you rose
beneath it. Languid moods settle the tongue.
A cache of sunlit hours, admitted few,
might skirt convention's path. Still, here among
the pabulum, my ordinary heart shines through.
What's between your lips, that tongue itself
seems the electric current of words. I'm here
to press the cause for cliche. As for your skin--
translucent pearl, a petal, a neutral veneer.
Are you a vessel spoken for? That's sovereign
to poets. Though middle of the road, I dazzle
with finesse. Your plainess and mine? Happiness.