You stand so very still
with your hands, I've a will
to tell you sweet things, a lot,
but I don't know what.
Your shoulders are such a fine sight,
round you thawing of light,
warm, warm, warm - silently cloaked
in warmth, by desire I'm choked.
Your eyes are as blue
as clear water - I do
wish that I could be
you for a moment, but I stay me.
And what was it I wanted to say
to you? - it's gone away.
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