one tit hesitates
do not designate or denigrate
love that is a mate’s desire
it may not ~ probably is not fire
but the layered smoke in your eyes
that sort of longing of autumn fires
in the touch of a distant spring
now there’s a thing
think not what i think
for i only think of you
there there now
just as you are
not as you were
has it not always been so
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