Eileit Amaran

1 month ago

@unforeseenFragment[UF]

:> “Sincerely. I wish you every ch^pped bird on this pilgrim^ge to hold your hem up from the dust. Dust is plur^l: infinite dust. I will sink in the sun, I will cr^wl tow^rds the he^vy dr^wing ^nd design the curt^ins in the room of never qu^dr^nting you.” Tonight’s poetry snippet theme of pitch intim^cy chosen by @subp^rNov^. A good one, I’d s^y, ^nd one sever^l poets often f^il to c^pture. I like how the ^uthor of this one - ‘Epith^l^ment’ - does it in ^ more indirect sense; sw^pping between ^ b^ckh^nded well-wish to their pitch interest ^nd ^ procl^m^tion th^t she will never qu^dr^nt them (of course, ^ common st^tement in pitchflirting th^t often functions ^s ^ d^re, spurring one’s suitor to gre^ter heights to impress them). <: