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As I Watch Jen Play
Number I of the Jennifer poems
My heart-beats race in glee
As the blood surges through nerves and veins
While I behold with bliss sweet Jennifer.
There she jumps like a bee in spring-
There she laughs with Louisa at her heels
Exposing white even teeth that will bless any tongue.
Oh, here I fid myself in love.
In student wear and brown sandals
With milky skin and bloomy smiles
My Jennifer writhes in rhythm with the breeze.
Does she know there an admirer be?
Does she? Oh does she?
Does she know my heart is blooming
Like daffodils in fresh spring?
Oh Jen, what will I tell so young a queen
And so untamed a child?
Oh Eros, I shall hold myself though I weep,
Than intrude her glorious innocence.
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