given to pressing petals of
her fragrant valley sheltered
drinking her butterfly wine
grown over gone under
lingers myrrh sweet inside
slumber her summer slopes
tracing dew along her lines...
who would wish for return
after lingering this vale?
val sans retour
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3 responses to “val sans retour”
Shuddering gorgeous. A very sensual piece, Michael.
Thank you. My latent troubadour is peeking through a veil, I suppose. Apparently, rumors of his demise have been greatly exaggerated.
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