"turpeny" poems
Our affections are resinous
By the grindstone, made
Confections.
Our patience tasteful impressions
By words, sweet turpeny made
Ever-growing since.
Our laughter like camphor
Sowed by thyme, made
Love, after.
Your love is unwashed
Grown and ground, made to steep
Cherry beans, grown in their burgundy glove.
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 7:51 PM UTC