Celebratory soirée

You explained to me that I was umbrageous
And that you had a yen pour la dilettante,
Including insightful motifs you
Preferred to toss around,

Held under your breath.
I may have seen you realize,
The melee of your tidings,

Illusory idealistic and colossal in dynamism.
Think no more of me puerile and punk comely,
And fuck me with mesmeric idioms.
That I know you poetize without ire,
Unzipping discreet patinas.

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