Naught Our Lips Did Slip Apart. - Poem by Michael Gale
I met her lips...
With wet hungered grips.
On a moon lit night...
All rounded flight.
Naught not left...
With but a chest hefted cleft.
Round bright light...
I held her closely tight.
Moon's yon orbital path...
Of her love i hath.
A'settetd bound by moon lit swing...
My heart to her to me do bring.
Different worlds collide of heart...
Tis' best we stay and naught depart.
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