You try on the white
dress with the blossoms
across your ******* the pink
dress with the cherries stamped
on your body, the purple
stockings peeking from hem
held so bashfully in hand.
When I saw you my multiplied
heart could crush angels.
This cloth, cut close
with the lust of spring,
given to your dizzy shape,
carries me. My heart,
a palanquin for yours.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 8:16 AM UTC
You try on the white
dress with the blossoms
across your ******* the pink
dress with the cherries stamped
on your body, the purple
stockings peeking from hem
held so bashfully in hand.
When I saw you my multiplied
heart could crush angels.
This cloth, cut close
with the lust of spring,
given to your dizzy shape,
carries me. My heart,
a palanquin for yours.
Revised April 2026
