The White Ship
(30) The White Ship
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We exited the old Nom Wah
'Have you ever seen a Chinese bar,
One that played Cole Porter tunes? '
Why must this magic end so soon?
She leaned her head against my chest
She was feather-light as she pressed,
Her hair against my lips did tangle,
Which were bloodless in the Bloody Angle.
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I brushed a hair from off her cheek
She said my name in halting speech
And looking up in fear confessed
'I've never known such happiness.'
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I gently raised her lovely chin
And saw her eyes fill to the brim;
Her fear fed eyes soon over ran
Their eyelid banks, their fragile dam.
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A stream descended from both eyes
I held her closely as she cried
I kissed her hair, her salted cheeks,
I too wrought to dare to speak
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