Curves are my pleasure; crescent moons;
Sea-horse and blown glass.
Sundaes, smiles; that smooth tracked for bay.
Surfed wave. Snoozed by dune grass.
Winding in hills, hid in winding;
Byways, summer-forgot.
A sunshade; the ringlets therein.
Courtyard fount. Classic pot.
Melodic-strong, what wraps round
A fable, balletic.
Delineator's sleight that flies off
It all; brushing frantic!
Since what I more than peek at rates
As undebauched beauty
Apologize I not for another term
Of Sensual Geometry.
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