lime … … …
tangy, with a dash of a catch, this life, these bare feet on cosmic beaches, seeking something – elusively rare – that first rush of something, when love flutters by,
yet,
yet,
tinged with a bitterness of all that,
all that yet to unfold,
a sourness perhaps, who-knows-maybe, an organic, green, fragrant, splash of effervescent lime,
to counteract the woefully horrifying, uncouth even effects of pulsing, teasing, corrosive time,
worse only is the attempted scribble to make sense of all that, in a pompous haste of rhyme … … …
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