For Monica
Pale windblown grass of your eyes
Upon which I would lie,
And embrace the waist of your mind
As in soundless sleep I spy
Waking flower spread divine,
An illumined goldmark in the wine -
All this verdant glow is yours,
Held in glass of love now mine.
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
Ode to the Iris (2004)
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wordy, keep writing :) there are people out here want to read more!
ReplyDeletehope you're well btw babes!