A Love On Loan From My Own Blood
A muse
came to me,
naked, yet I
took it
to my aged heart and
warmed it by
my breath
then clothed it
with love,
a love
on loan from
my own
blood. Oh muse,
go, go now and sail
the many islands—
spread thy
beauty, so perfect for
the god of the sea!
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