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Dreamboat Annie (Heart respectively)

Leaves blown
roll by arid exhale
lull to sleep, part then fold
a slip mixes dreams, adrift
soft repose whispered
dew on the meadow

warm aphrodisia wafts
from huddled hills
purple shamrock, clove
kiss of trim, fenced wisteria
home of hearts own grove
sung with sway  

smoke-swirls incense
as i snore, mumbling something about her
between my smacked lips and bit of spittle;
lust along many freckles.
Had my hands fallen asleep?
for the sands pour with pursuit
they are cupped, ingrained, still picking posies
from this land afield.
What tall cotton my head rests
your breath to my ear.

How still the silence
at four this morning
propped up to my shoulder, your scent in the air.



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