I took shade
in the shadow of your lashes.
And felt embraced,
in the arms of golden trees...
I am
in midsummer or autumn...
chasing impossible
fantasias where
veins of dreams
are like budlings craving:
(or strains of remembered things
or nostalgia with no repository)
Must I certainly lust for
things of no particular importance
other than beauty?
I kept my promise
eyes shuttered
the fruit is plucked, I surmise
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Crowning Love
PoetryListen to his heart/ for the faint things that he wants - Halley's Crowning Love is an exploration of the forms and notions of carnal and incorporeal love, and other beautiful human things. A/N: The Roman numerics (I, II, III, etc.) are Groupers. Gr...
