Exhortation Iv
Courtesan rays slip through saffron robes
undaunted countenance persists
past spuriously puffed up wares
burying a man alive
Protect me from this sea
drown out in apprehension
unscrupulously seizing me
Engulf me in a mere chestnut gloss
where the specters lie in wake
loop your thrum against my form
and pleasure you may take
°as the night rests so shall we
and in morning a love will rise
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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