shoulders hunched hunch-back of Notre-Dame the flower warding off the bird feathers
you carry freight levity's first cousin or second at a remove or it
not does not matter they say you metamorphosed the hole
in each whole daring the minister to back off or say its the beach head and narrow gaited soldiers come in shillings in the pence-pocket wanting a shag a boob a breast every one man jack of them their mouths arid
your profile is purposefully silhouetted against grain and damage
your ginger hair and finger tapping along the page what you call
ungainly was love's fumbly walk along the river and back
a brook where books made love encountering no hatred
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Open your feet and your sex leanings
leavings modest traces
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