what hot,
estimable lances
of adamantine night
pass drowsily
of exact turpitude
before my hands drunk
in comely seas
of neck clean
and wholly depraved
grasping
(the hanging of a boy wish
between sallow columns
of chaste eve;
a caricature emerges:
that self of sometimes dreaming
illeasy
nymphness. )
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC
what hot,
estimable lances
of adamantine night
pass drowsily
of exact turpitude
before my hands drunk
in comely seas
of neck clean
and wholly depraved
grasping
(the hanging of a boy wish
between sallow columns
of chaste eve;
a caricature emerges:
that self of sometimes dreaming
illeasy
nymphness. )
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