delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
A Certainty Of Violets - Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
had left May questioning
the probability of June...
she swung in, unencumbered,
the fragrant juices of salutary euphemism
wet on her lips...
the dogs find deeper pools,
cool their bellies....
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