Late Fragment
Things will be great in two weeks
Foretold, ordained, and promised by my Gaia's wisdom.
With this ring, I her wed
Betrothed, bewitched, smitten and bitten
I plaintively appeal
And foreswearing poor science I lean on intuition's incalculable import
And offer this corpus indelecti as a sacrifice
On the altar of her breast.
Copyright © Gary Thomas | Year Posted 2014
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