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Fern, Holly And Laurel
The fern, holly and laurel are quite damp
But I can rest upon them, not decry
This sylvan opportunity – just camp
Upon pervasive Daphne. Who’d deny
A blended scent of victory? I’ll warm
To you cutting a switch in the wan light.
Trees may clench their gnarled roots; I stay calm
For your reflections of woodland delight:
Me crawling in autumnal residue,
Your fallen woman on the fallen leaves,
A whore who’s to be switched, who will not rue
Each humid fucking, as one who believes
She’s destined for this morass and can learn
Her place in laurel, holly or damp fern.
But I can rest upon them, not decry
This sylvan opportunity – just camp
Upon pervasive Daphne. Who’d deny
A blended scent of victory? I’ll warm
To you cutting a switch in the wan light.
Trees may clench their gnarled roots; I stay calm
For your reflections of woodland delight:
Me crawling in autumnal residue,
Your fallen woman on the fallen leaves,
A whore who’s to be switched, who will not rue
Each humid fucking, as one who believes
She’s destined for this morass and can learn
Her place in laurel, holly or damp fern.
Published 30th Dec 2015
| Edited 26th Nov 2017
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