Talking to A Cloaked Saint

by vermismeridiem

I speak to Her
On occasions;

The exchange of
Recreational
Words—

It seems as if
We could babble
All day
And nothing
Would be
Of consequence.

Unaware, I would
Ramble on and on,
Not knowing

She is inwardly
All amber-colored
Kindness:

A silent,
Elusive Saint—

And that I am,
Despite
Mere, scattered desires,
Nothing
But
A mortal
Cottonmouth.

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