Ganges
Great Ganges help me
I have been in the gras of Love
And
As I wake I see day as not before
Even before the computer
Dimmer the dusk
Mellow the first red of sunset
And dusk as it deeps
Brings the kisses
But appetite growing
The burning hugs
And
Tears
Tears glistening and hot
In Hastings Gardens.
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