A Dry Word from the Thirsty Gentleman by the Bar
I don’t want to
echoes of my emptiness,
but if your efflorescence
yearns for my warmth,
I’ll fill you with
we’re both spilled,
your echoed thirst
please enjoy this free drink.
Written for dVerse’s Quadrille #32, hosted by De Jackson, aka WhimsyGizmo. The wordplay of the day is echo.
When most of us think of the word echo, haunting, wistful imagery tends to come to mind. I wanted to try finding a silly counterbeat.
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