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Read Poems by Mathieu de Casanove

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And Her Sugarless Tea

Now for warm oatmeal with honey and her sugarless tea
To this chrysoberyl dawn rescue from chuted linen bedlam,
For here's a bedside tale to whispered promise and plea.

She sits on her hands and shuffles her ugg boots,
And watches me toast, I'm butter, I'm smoked ham.
Now for warm oatmeal with honey and her sugarless tea.

Pepper shakes, egg white eyes, her yawning toots,
Her champagne hair bubbles still of our liquory sham,
For here's a bedside tale to whispered promise and plea.

The wonder to her sprite body and this morn in cahoots,
When I feels like I'm sunken, with lids like a sleepy clam.
Now for warm oatmeal and honey and sugarless tea.

Not flowers on feathers, hoodlums we are - munchy and moose,
Nothing much matters but her lippy kiss coat of strawberry jam
For here's a bedside tale to whispered promise and plea.

This first light and cigarette and her shuffling caboose
Closer, comfier, her smile on my shoulder, to the day be damn' 
Now for warm oatmeal with honey and her sugarless tea,
For here's a bedside tale to whispered promise and plea.

Copyright © Mathieu de Casanove | Year Posted 2014

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  1. Date: 1/27/2016 10:46:00 PM

    Mathieu, enjoyed reading your poem, Please keep writing and sharing your poetry. XOX -- LINDA --
  1. Date: 9/9/2015 1:48:00 PM

    Mathieu, thank you for sharing. A pleasure to read... SKAT
  1. Date: 8/28/2014 5:01:00 AM

    Well crafted villanelle and fine romantic expression, Mathieu

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