a chattering of hubris and conceit
a factory of simile and lust
a flattering of vanity and poesy
to win a kiss from my fair love
a platypus of hubris and arousal
a beautiful of crocuses and rust
a dumbledore of whispering and sighs
to win a kiss from my fair love
without her love i’m banished from myself
and stuck upon an island hot and haughty
between the mournful midges in the dusk
an exile in the nook of sounds of wooing
and stuck upon a love that’s not my own
below the doleful hum of coconuts
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