Friday, 28 December 2012

Tremulous

love is the fall
and nothing else
With this quart of six
I am a mystery
Applying my melancholy
To the sex
Fairest

and there are those who don't want to fall
but the fall is perhaps all
the sense of no gravity 
the ground ceasing to limit
Fearless and nimble and phobic
all at once
Fair of heart, ye maidens..
fair as maidens demure

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