#hegivesgirlflowerandweallswoon
Funny...less that two weeks later how foreign this is.
(sonnet #MMMMMMCCCCLXII)
Lo, ****** white tinged purple, for a sense
Of sorrows' keenest wailing, and so frail
To boot, lies now in state, as drying t'avail
The first petunia Joe gave me, what hence?
I wonder what the weekend shall from thence
Be, eh? He's sposed to call. Nor in betrayl
Does he know I'm a virgin? That detail
Waits chance to take its bow in sheer defense.
This white tank, pink-bowed floral skirt as twere
Ah, party clothes last summer when we'd brew
Espressos over beef, with wine to do
Our seance good in mid-July, was't poor
For groc'ry shopping? I forgot. His pure
Choice in a flowr--I can't help loving too.
30Jun17a
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 7:57 PM UTC