karma

you are to me, —
the winter fête's attire
crocheted
with the cashmere
of the verses' karma
of my gray-blue eyes
of the muse i am
to you
to diffuse
the satiny sky's scent
entwined
with holly and ivy
in neon moon's sheen
at the shadow of a kiss
of whichever season…

[if anybody asks you]

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