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Passion- 166For a while in the arms of a beloved rosePassion- 166
Came perfection such that none claim those,
Perhaps, in between us both, grew such a magic light,
The moths, blind and dumb, burned in their flight,
A slave , like amber, this beauty made me anew
drinking from it; potion? devil? Or heavenly virtue?
But, alas, if it is not Cupid nor sorcerer's appeal,
It was, if only, a human given Nature's zeal.
by ~silent-wings
127- HollySheathed in a golden heath The flowers that we keep Above the adorning heads Below the tiddle-toes This afternoon extent of folly This ever angling,127- Holly
Speech entangling holly, Above my head to kiss you A soft remorseful hopelessness Pursed as lips do.
by ~silent-wings
Under the Mulberry TreeA patch of mulberries we be a patch of three we dance and chant in drowsy tones, a few bumps and we're like stones, heavy, hardy, brown and swarthy, juicy lumps and juicier clumps, between your teeth on your thumbs, we smell so faint yes we do, red-in-bed rosy memories, as we dance again on the edge of this forray, our mother tree is quite the beauty, And we lay in your bowl, at home before the hungry hands, we can't stop giggling, as we are tossed and turned, a patch of three we may be, but now we are only an undigested misUnder the Mulberry Tree
by ~silent-wings
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