frothed with steamed milk,

dream-weaver of hushed dialogue;

foam ebullition, substance suspended,

bulbous discourse of ephemeral proportion.

Whisper sweet nothings into spurious

ears;  lend your lather, spume’s

spatter, contrive, spawn


2 comments on “Nightcap

  1. beautiful scenes boil over in my minds eye! Blessings Melody!

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