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archival paper
seduces the
languorous dawn,

ponder the question,
the spindle bobbin
halo nipple moon,
will she weave you to
Sappho's crescent,

not hesitant to make
your tweed, she'll be
at your loom on time,
her sheep marked on
their backs with daubs
of lavender to denote
their wool preference,

she goes up the mountain
to pull heather for yellow dye,
moss from rocks for brown,
are you ready to remove
your gown, she's so close,
archival paper seduces the
languorous dawn,

here she comes...
drinking mead from
fermented honey, her hazel
eyes scorn the dictionary's
cynical definition of how
the honeymoon got its
name, the sweetness of
love like the moon, no
sooner full than it begins
to wane,

turns off the laptop,
hits your search button,
your wool so wet,
lanolin seeps from
your inner thighs,
she's got you where
she wants you,
a scissor-sheer
position carding
wool against wool,

the spindle bobbin
halo nipple moon,
bet she can weave
you to Sappho's
crescent,

wild cries,
her hazel eyes...


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