For Lisa After All
she once was a fair woman
not taken
to
or
two many boots
nor
the
rhythm
of
the
sea
splendor
or
glamour
what the cat
would see
in
the
mirror
pleasuring
motion
summer thick
surge
assisted
memory
damn
live
friend
standing
in
sweating
not
like
me
mercurial
and
cold
call
him
ebony
Copyright © Thomas Stanton | Year Posted 2009
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