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Oh, how earthy it is
To field Love in cool grass
With Gypsy-accoutred she....
Ah! How her hips hold sway!
Meltingly, she opens
Heaven, plus Hell unpens,
Her bronze hair a pillow
Where swell kisses wallow-
Or insects (when we loll
In woods, or let sand spill
Upon us on a beach
Where love-oiled limbs outstretch).
Though April is cold and
Buffeted by snow, wind,
Rain, plus gold daffodils-
Our lips never feel chills,
When we stand under stars
And loosen silk and furs
For "Roman hands and Russian
Fingers," in French fashion,
Leave our forms half-unclothed,
Yet deep, in kisses, bathed.
Later, we notice ‘scars'
Of grass and seed and tears:
Stained we are, but unscathed.
We ‘fall'-like two flowers scythed.
-Malcolm
July 02, 2008
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June 03, 2008
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New Releases From Gaspereau Press
