The Singing Dress
The Singing Dress
You romance my senses
Though the notes are unclear
They penetrate my defenses
Beauty has never been so sincere.
Appearances seem licentious
Metonyms make the self disappear
One word, to me, is loquacious
Forcing me to be cavalier.
This word never sees me as pretentious
It sees us as peers
I can only know you through human languages
You muffle my lips and call me a seer.
You read my senses as presents
It is a seance
You know of a my deviance.
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A fine example of melopoeia. This piem sings.