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"yeah, okay,"
she says to me.
such reticent
acquiescence,
we?

you did it
and again,
my love, and—

as did i,
dear's eyes
to mine—

again?

delicately,
what falls to me,
a smile—deeper—

one so deep,
and I'll so hide

that her eyes
are but narrow lies
to mine.

and so i beg of thee,
my love,

once more
and then
some more

e'er
with love
my love will be!


~the beggar of eels
in mores