If I had more time with the Sun, and a warm
cocktail d'hydratation ha! to try
just once,
--and downward to the belly who'd not want
to squirm, as needful as she?--
if only
My view is of white leaf and of a lake
shaley as eyes that cry,
her hands an inch thick now, and holding
beads 'stead of me
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