Big Words For Infatuation

Big Words For Infatuation

A Poem by Seb Harris

The sweet panacea stroking my inner throat,

Intruding my core,

Lilts me to my left--

Lilts me to disconsonance.

A tintinnabulation of maracas and calabanzas

Beguiles me right,

Past my zenith,

And into a demigod.

A gondolier

Of Byzantine intricacies,

Who is as extemporaneous

As the seagoat.

And I begin dancing

Cascading to my emotions

And feeling cured;

Enveloped in the arms of this...

Demigod.


© 2010 Seb Harris



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Added on September 21, 2009
Last Updated on March 14, 2010


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Seb Harris
Seb Harris

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Seb(astain Harris) has spent 18 years on planet earth and, in that time, has sought a life of service, learning and creative expression. She is the Youth Artistic Director for Madisons Proud Theater, .. [more]

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