In Cure

Come, all south along
All summers long, for deviate to be
Drawn to meet; belong
To keel, gone; for beauty bared at me
Worn; a peace, at length
Heart pleated, strength
Your ruby bitten
Trawl in capture’s awe
New tremble’s claw; I’ll always shake
A burn of breath, young vapour ties
A touch of mist slid upper thigh
Paler flight
Veiled white
Skying sight
Quiver in vespers
Your willow paints
A hushed guided hollow
You had handsome aches
Cloaked by your double
Your haze had no end
We would wash all in levels
And in reverie send
Quiver in vespers
Your willow paints
A hushed guided hollow
You had handsome aches
Cloaked by your double
Your haze had no end
We would wash all in levels
And in reverie send