After a Line By Geoffrey Chaucer
Your yen two wol slee me sodenly
Surrounded by warm sand
Black pools deep as the
Cold in your face
Your hand
With emollient grace
Will cut the wire
Carved then polished
Hair that twists as
In a Spring flood
Your two eyes will slay me suddenly
Copyright © Leslie Philibert | Year Posted 2014
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