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Oh

how I

sufferest though

missing

Ah now there beist no

immediate cure for mine soul's latest ailment

but the sweet unwounded lark

of thine heart's first trill of such enraptured woo

why, I would giveth of mine spirit's very own brandy

sweet, dark, temperest awe that she is

of a miniscule remedy

as the modest rogue's vaporous best

thine breath upon my brow

speaks fondly of plight and pledge

from a heart claimed as fair and just

giveth me in return thine own spirit's folly

to make sincerest love of this moment's jest

with such enwidened wind of anxious wait

taketh thee and thine

to a gentled place

where other men's eyes

seeist not our sin

but this shared mercurial love

draped upon our enraptured broad coat's sleeve

we are but two shivering breaths

expelled but from one trembling lung

earmarked be thee forever

by such great chasm of a most singular focused want

missing, though it can be  a beautiful creature

alone unto itself

also it carries such a lonely echo in its fully felt

wake

could you no more likely agree?...........

(Jan. 21, 2000 3am)