AMOROUS
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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