In the land of infamous grins

describe a smile,

a diguised mimic mirroring yours,

impossibly attempting an impossible regenesis.

It’s too violently blinding, I can barely see you a greeting,

everyday feeding off it, my morning meal;

eggs & toast, a cup of Joe,

taking almost all day to settle until,

dinner, when I dine on your crescent vines,

so warm and inviting,

they say to me sleep,

stretch out, wrap in velvet blankets,

firm pillows of pearl.

And then to rest, dreaming

of the mornings, dreaming

in the land of such infamous grins,

where you Rule,

and I quiver.

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