My feelings, from
Hangings on the walls,
The paintings;
The curves, thy statue;
And
Lay bare my thoughts
To pine thee, not
In any gender touch
But
To accord with thee
My colour of You
In total obeisance;
Drooping down
like an amaranthus, unfading
And unwilting; brewing
An elixir to my immortality
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