Morgan Michaels Poems

That's the long and short of it
now you know
how I've been waiting all these years
where I'm coming from
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Footless. like birds of paradise, they course
bound for vespers? maybe just for dinner.
Thirty fingers mutely holding forth
Two comely novices, a grand monsignor.
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'Our love will never last a week, I fear-'
That's to say t'will last a hundred year.
As long as mortal flesh will cling to bone
Some part of my affection you will own;
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