Bog Monster

Lilting

on the air

love song

gentle dream.

Golden hours

long slippery nights

time in a bubble

a desire

a love affair

ever so rare

or so I thought.

Woven fantasies

spoken

dreams created

wisps of smoke

waiting

wanting

spoke to me

of fairy tales.

Always wanted my fairy prince

my knight in shining armour

my king

to lay with queenly self

to call forth passion

to ease the inner ache

I constantly feel.

I would like to know

within the multitude of frogs I have kissed

have you any advice

what do I need to change

so y’all will stay in the swamp?

©March 18/20

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