Newborn lovers swaddled in gossamer expectations
In a whitewashed tower room above the rivers rush
Words of hope exchanged in whispered incantations
Tangled sheets and bodies subside to a sacred hush
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Sweet reveries transport me back to her bed
Where still warm quilted memories drape
The quivering enfolding silence we found
Immobile motionless we wished no escape
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Though proud to count myself a working man,
By this graceless state I will not be defined.
Though thoughts transcend the commonplace
I would not make a sham palace of the mind
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Sudden shock makes delusion crack
One more photograph one more nail
The deepest blue the darkest black
These are the shades of betrayal
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