His Girlfriend's Face, At Sunset
Oh! By what fright, or finer
What transcendent delight
Have you, just now, been seized of
Turned to the dusk; its light?
Face, beloved, let me guess is
Pained, pleasured, both. "Yes"!
Leaving soon, the one, I feel
Is my foreverness".
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2023
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