J. G. X. Borrege Poems

Let us, you and I,
Once more linger over this trampled bed,
The labor of our innocence;
Where we hid.
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My Mary sews in this evening's light.
I watch and observe her keenly now--
the wan-dry roses on her cheek,
the sorrow stitched upon her brow,
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Draw back the curtain of indifference
And stare
At all her ageless temple where gravestones life.
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