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THE COMING GALE
(an erotic pantoum)
I see your eyes betray the coming gale
I sense the risen tide, the rain swept sea
Your flowing harbor I so deeply sail
Those saddled spurs that sure encircle me
I sense the risen tide, the rain swept sea,
It keeps their rocking long into the night
Those saddled spurs that sure encircle me
Yet keep your labors hidden from my sight
It keeps their rocking long into the night
With shudders sent from waterline to mast
Yet keeps your labors hidden from my sight
From sacred coves your silken spells are cast
With shudders sent from waterline to mast
In final crashing waves capsizing all
From sacred coves your silken spells are cast
That come like hurricanes, squall after squall
In final crashing waves capsizing all,
Your flowing harbor I so deeply sail
That come like hurricanes, squall after squall
I see your eyes betray the coming gale.
I see your eyes betray the coming gale
I sense the risen tide, the rain swept sea
Your flowing harbor I so deeply sail
Those saddled spurs that sure encircle me
I sense the risen tide, the rain swept sea,
It keeps their rocking long into the night
Those saddled spurs that sure encircle me
Yet keep your labors hidden from my sight
It keeps their rocking long into the night
With shudders sent from waterline to mast
Yet keeps your labors hidden from my sight
From sacred coves your silken spells are cast
With shudders sent from waterline to mast
In final crashing waves capsizing all
From sacred coves your silken spells are cast
That come like hurricanes, squall after squall
In final crashing waves capsizing all,
Your flowing harbor I so deeply sail
That come like hurricanes, squall after squall
I see your eyes betray the coming gale.
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