Keepers of time,
They were scattering light
In refracted smudges
Onto me.
I laugh to the ceiling and
You laugh with me.
We're light and floating
Like in a glossy movie.
I trip like a fairy
(Afloat on a drug?)
She's lithe and pretty
And today so am I.
It's the consequence
Of the study and all the academic
Glances that you have been using
To unravel me.
So tea in a pot,
And all the fancy what-not,
Adds to the shine
Of the afternoon that was mine.
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