Daniel Rickson

he called himself

a name i know not 

a penn of some sort

a name 

that came

so light

on that quiet night

into my sleep


how i wish it could stay

and i could say

how perfectly it lay

on my mind

on that very day

how sweet! i wish i knew

just what what it was

how he said it with D.R yet im quite sure

it was not drip


the name

that came

so light

on that quiet night

like the warm sensation

in a certain location

in my nerves...


but let me not take curves

when now i remember

once upon a december

he said to me " I am DANIEL RICKSON"


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