when the sun again do rise
when the sun again do rise,
think not of me in ways kind; nah!!!
greet me as in throes; o greed lecherous pine.
dip me mid rude imaginings, vile, but fine.
think me ogre vying; fubsy peachy hind, or
pig, scoundrel even, gazing sweet pinkish vine.
when the sun again do rise,
not in vague lie; rebuff of pulsating stalk,
not in wholesome things be robed; jazz-up racy talk,
if ne’er, too, unfettered lust dine, thus,
truth of bliss do come to neither of us.
when the sun again do rise,
o let not us do find unshared, our awes...
“for eve,
who’s, in morning rise,
tamped greed i do,
a-wait unfold. “
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David Maxoptimism
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