Enfoldments Poem by james watkin

Enfoldments



Armed, tree-boughed, or broader
Of a peace, sedates
Some, in cool summer night's
More seductive rates
Enfoldments. Love's hid show.
Into, teared do creep.
On and on, windily sucked.
Sunk, deeper, for sleep.

Sunday, April 10, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: affection
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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