Thou hast never tasted
what thou hast assured
this shall be mine
as thou too.
Sacred, my love
thy art belonged to mine eyes
now,
seeking down the rain
thy art search endlessly
for myriad yards
of roadless vines
Look no more
as thou belong to mine grasp
and never shall I return thou
to thy grounds.
Monday, June 28
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