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[conspectus]

I've become so blase with summer idleness
The trifling trepidation of
the harsh sun
followed by
balmy nights that don't deliver
If only sweet felicity* would be my mistress
Draw me into the
sumptous folds
of her gossamer blanket
I'd find solace in her embrace
I'd stay entwined in her arms forever
If she swore to mop up
my torrential rain of worry
and smooth my forrowed brow.

*extreme bliss, happiness