Spellbound.

Beneath her halo of wafer wings,
I see myself between her breasts,
burning like a clay pot
in the evening sun.
A jack of all seasons I stand away,
fertilizing my dreams, flowered in jealousy.
But evergreen do I adore to see her bloom,
her snap panache and gentle brio
as she absorbs all attention.


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