Do you loathe and sing
My worlds a mess
Would you be mine
My pale winged poetess
North Carolina blue
Falls around you like a whisper
Allow the roses to wither
The black bird calls without sound
Come hither
Love is due to come back when ground thaws
Oh Melissa, Melissa
The bloody tongue honed
Like licking honey from thorn
You've been warned
But it's nothing like being shown
You've become lovely
I see you unclothed
Please take my hand in poem
Do you loathe and sing
My worlds a mess
Would you be mine
My pale winged poetess
(written Sept. 1, 2011)
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