*BON MOTS
I OPEN THIS WINDOW EVERYDAY
TO GIVE YOU MY HOT SKIN
WITH GOLDEN POPPY AND QUAIL
FIRE IN YOUR MINIATURE VASE
IS BLOOMING IN FULL
WITH MIST OF BLUE
WHITE WATER
WITH FLUTTERING HEART
DOWN IN CANYON
IT IS A LONELY WINTER
HOW RESTLESS IS YOUR DRESS
IN A LONELY ROOM
YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORD IT
THERE SHOULD BE SOMETHING LEFT
TO SAY IT LOUD AFTER US
I HIPPED YOU
WITH YOU
ON THE HIP OF LOST TEARS
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