A little love song for my angioma :-)
I feel your warmth enveloping,
How fortunate to witness the developing,
Inner crust there riddled
Burning slowly as Nero fiddled.
How I long to touch you,
To caress the filaments through,
Your small being encapsuled
Getting ready to assault.
Time, the great river,
Is but a trickle to thy reaver,
Biding carefully each drop
As I listen for each plop.
When will I see you, my love?
How frequent should I check above?
I long to finally wake this dream
And be with you, my aneurysm.
2 years ago