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Established 8th March, 2000

Roses

When she rises in the morning I linger to watch her; She spreads the bath-cloth underneath the window And the sunbeam catch her Glistening white on the shoulders, While down her sides the mellow Golden shadow flows as She stoops to the sponge, and her swung breasts Sway like full-blown roses. She drips herself with water, and her shoulders Glisten as silver, they crumple up Like wet and falling roses, and I listen For the sluicing of their rain-dishevelled petals. In the window of sunlight Concentrates her golden shadow Fold on fold, until it glows as Mellows as the glory roses.

My Woman

Oh, my woman Come and cherish my Admiration, and let Me take from you Music of science to That hot tub Which steams from Hottest love you ever Know. I want to hold you, While you love me And bear to that Still bed your kisses Turbulent inspired To warm me when I'm down. I want to Bend by your bedside While you are loving me. Oh, who would care To live until Love has nothing More to ask and Nothing more to give.

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