Take your well-earned pennies, sir
And plant them along the caved casket of an empty bed,
Cold without her. Frozen coals.
She ties her hair in copper coils
And runs from your good-willed but late-willed intentions
And climbs through the sky, that jeweled ascension,
And hides in the moon beyond the shore,
Sung into this universal score.
Catch her! Catch her!
Drag her from those glittering stars
To keep her here, forever ours.
But those lights, how they cradle her heart full of joy
Up through the ages, pages and pages of
Love of love of love of love of love of love.
Those marvelous stars
That gather her up kindly in their maternal warmth
And kiss her hair full of diamond mouths.
I see her, sir, do you? Do you?
Laughing, singing, joking, loving, flying
Out of this world, and into another
That will keep her much safer and love her forever.
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