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| Twilight dances in on soft cloudy slippers, Offering me small silver cups of moonlight and Warm sprinklings of stardust captured in a small petal of the crushed lavender corsage in my bosom Here it lays, silken like the amber nectar of my lover's careful touch, The tears in his eyes gleaming with the melancholy reflection of Nymph's flight in clear, still water How I long to wade into that liquid silk rising up along my legs, Soaking the white gauze of my gown in a fateful attempt to seduce me as it did Ophelia, so many years ago Fair sprig of rosemary! These floral vines are for you, my love. Twist them to your cold moonlit stone trod upon by my bare feet in the lonely nave These horrid marble eyes whispering horrid truths Fair cotton dove! Why whilst thou tarry so long beneath these fine melodies? |
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