Sunday, October 2, 2011

Love Letter

Expect thunder
and oysters,
expect rheumatic gloom,
you wistful loving
you woman of stockings
and womb, may I

might I? Bury my pug
freckled nose in your sweater,
I will be your dolly warm
lipped and with

blue veins a meandering

And of your
little leather shoes,
eyes of cracking ice,
hay-hair and
round bell cheeks

I wooze and plummet.

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