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Every turpentine kiss, and every shy away way

Can always sum up to a spectacle

If that spectacle is us

For joy, bring on every single sleeping day

We curled up together, so cozy and warm

We scratch-n-sniffed a love for both of us

A comfort in our company

For the company we keep is the company we mold

We were so deep, we were so bold

Sleeping in the doldrums,

Where nothing is an anything

A further thing, a bolder thing

In your smooth and vacant face

Your beating heart, beating so close to mine

Like the mouth of a bumblebee that never opens

Never shudders, never shivers

Never putters out of steam

To kiss to me, every little kiss I give

To such a willing hand

Oh, dirtying the sofa with our love

Our special sort of actions

Oh, so grand and cozy,

I locked around your fingers

Oh, so warm and shied away

Oh, beauty, oh, so splendor

Oh, so rare to kiss so late at night

So late in my early little season

As I whisper for tomorrow,

But I won’t see you ‘till the month rolls on

And over the hills again

Oh, sorrow of mine, there’s no decline

There’s no way to follow you

As you roll over the horizon’s endless hill

Not an ordinary speed bump

Menacing, to every dead-beat traveler

To every conquering sailor

Oh, graze another sea, my love

Not to travel far from me

Far from a bumble bee mouth

Our company so deep, so bold

I have grown so vacant in my sorrow

In my whispers to tomorrow’s empty promises

Tomorrow’s sneaky hidden curtains

Oh, what lies behind the curtains

Of the days after today?

The days after you’re gone

I will wait on, my promise true

For your tender little voice

For one reality in you and I

I will slumber awake

Slumber through the blunders

Spread before my discouraged boredom eyes

The cup under my eyes is shallow

As the shallowness is empty

While the cup of tears grows full

Space is scarce within the cup within my arms

As you would fill them up

So good, so grand, so rare

The moon shines hardly down the lane

To show me down this productive Nile river

This poor boy, serving a month in nowhere fast

In somewhere vaster

Than the stretching eye

Can stretch its poor old legs

Fireflies still flicker and buzz within our hearts

Flicker through the wintering month

Of midsummer on the loose

On the wing,

Oh, sweet morning, dawn away the cold

Dawn me to my love, oh, love of mine.