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were the morrow to bode

more the better well

this fond feminine breast

could not love thee

any less

nor as ardently clear

dearest surrendered sir

just as restlessly

in sweet peppered jest

thy words and ye s

apparent glee

swim to mine heart

thus so reverently sincere

capsizing my mood's

former broken vest

so to be abundantly precise

and forfeit any temporal

to our love's sultriest career

there is no trembling

in the arms of the free

falling veneer

without the pride of a paddle

nor the lift of the sea

he who hast

madeth this magic of

wonder's own we

introduces to the world

why,a woman to cheer

her bruised amulet he nuzzles

amid all the protected

draperies of his private love

whispered in thankful prayer

bespeaking much

gratitude and grace

that only such a poetic

wounded heart

can appreciate

and come to return fully

so to rejoice

in such shared moment

and almost reminiscently revere

your heart in my hand

I lovingly hold like a spear.....................

(Nov. 1, 2009 137am)