Your tender voice

That reminds me of Anti Lois,

Your countenance did stroke me in the thorax

And melted down my concrete wax

As we embrace this chilly season,

I’ll warm you and be charged of treason.

Let me kiss your reddened lips

Like the nectar the raven sips

Caress you on your velvet skin

And anchor every plight you’re in.

Tuck your hair behind those ears

And whisper poems in them for years

It’s me and you in the unlit dark

My touches will inscribe no mark

But if you don’t affirm what’s in my head,

Then never go close to my bed.


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