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“If in letter form she had left…”

if in letter form she had left,    
in silken warp and mullberry weft,    
in mint julep's ink of fenugreek,    
 or glass ring stains on the table's teak.    
   
still my  fur would bristle, would heavily seek    
her catholic lungs opening  in hinged dyptych    
   and perhaps her milky finger would write the best    
in an April nest, on its whitethorn twigged desk   
   
 picking, weaving pollen into a vellum vest    
a psalter in script so over dressed,    
so my eye and ley should they ever wrest,    
the robin's rubric red from her yearning breast.
Author's Note
written for I know the Face of Falsehood and Her Tongue comp.

inspired by:
("Even in the moment of our...")
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse?contentId=19002
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