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His Wilderness
The rocky wilderness above the town
Is rich with oregano, thyme and figs;
The charcoal-coloured crickets and the clown-
Like marking on the beetles surely rigs
Her face into a smile, when they rest there
To gaze upon the sunset and the smoke
Of distant, burning braziers that declare
That supper’s being readied; when he spoke
She shut her mind to every other sound
And thought how good it was to end the day
Astride her loving partner on the ground
Just fucking as the night stole the last ray
Of sun: she’s lost in shadow; his caress
Soon helps to find her in his wilderness
Is rich with oregano, thyme and figs;
The charcoal-coloured crickets and the clown-
Like marking on the beetles surely rigs
Her face into a smile, when they rest there
To gaze upon the sunset and the smoke
Of distant, burning braziers that declare
That supper’s being readied; when he spoke
She shut her mind to every other sound
And thought how good it was to end the day
Astride her loving partner on the ground
Just fucking as the night stole the last ray
Of sun: she’s lost in shadow; his caress
Soon helps to find her in his wilderness
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