Alphabet Soup Minuscule

J.C. Scheff

Timbre’s


The literature my tongue leaves in your mouth,

Is brewed together like Ristretto and almond cream,

With your moony heiroglyphic timbre’s.

We adopt the strangeness of our graze,

While becoming familiar with a

Script that has been long forgotten.

 

Joelly.C.s-poet

 

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