I wish I could say how beautiful you are to me
But I could not taint the same lips that touch yours
With words that charlatans have well used
To raise them in favour for a time, wasted.
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What smile made this soul quiver?
Shiver on this day in her audible stare
Each fingertip touch made the world
Tremble at the thought of caressing
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A wreath of flowers in her hair
Cherry and apple blossoms curl
The air into colours of wishes
Lying at her perfect dancing feet.
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From skyward peaks edging the land
Awash in cold misty blasts and snow
A babe in swaddling burbling spit
Closes its fist around sacred life.
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Afloat in a tempest, deep tongued kisses
Of ocean storming caressing waves, peaked breasts.
A gusty wind sweetly moaning, a trembling lover; -
Sail me across that pounding sea, that beating heart
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Creeping into your bower,
Pleasuring with expense,
Sparing no innocent flower
Or shiny minted pence.
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Julian ghosts wander perplexed in the forum; -
The dead statues of a pharonic general
Honoring a conquering god are forever gone.
The crumbling ruins foretell no golden age.
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In her day, she was nothing but a nice ride,
But she had been ridden into the ground;
She coughs and splutters among cats,
Her cold dream cracks a dry walnut dash.
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Humble men know their natural place
And place no store in self-conceit.
They live far from all vain deceit
And court the favour of divine Grace.
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Faith lingers a while, dreaming
Of loving sweet kisses
Roving in red passion.
Every lamp-lit e’en
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