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the cut of your jib
Folder:
cast
we trim the main sail
in a voyage around
your curves
elevate your leg
and the five screws
in your ankle
and let the blood
blush to your forehead
you know
i mean you should know
sitting there
there are ubu dreams
rocking the front porch
of my hot sara memories
a spring breeze will
dance through my head
with the scent of your
veranda
ahhhh the intimate
design of your lap
and the zephyr
that pushes the ship
though the night
