A Moonlight Fragrance, Lemony, Limed Poem by james watkin

A Moonlight Fragrance, Lemony, Limed



A moonlight fragrance, lemony, limed
Sleep of frights that's remedied.
This is not Spring, in corneas, massed bright;
This is Spring disembodied!

Tracked which acutely flawless path down
Sweetest, soft drifting on through
A bedroom window, full-ripened, bears days'
Feminine hauntings of you.

Wednesday, October 16, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: memory,night
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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