Vats
upon tippled turn
such
inebriate
pearl
a summer day
when
butterflies swing kisses of air
drink
till weeping
on
another lust and
forgive
loved
out of measure
and
out of turn
kisses
cross
romance:
an upkeep of sidelong glances
a
rag called woman
his
lady fair
you
and I
years
worked to never know
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