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I've done your
your stars again
this week
I have this book
by Er Papón it says
you'll find a maid
outside your door
a Priestess
bearing gifts
of kale & oyster
love darts wrapped
she'll venture from
her golden shell
to let you traipse
a finger down her spine
she knows you seek
Tyrian purple lips
a silver trail across
the love-stained
mattress of
a seized up sky
that distant chugging
in your heart
is capsuled verse
that fell from space
in taglocked clumps
of Noldy blues
they pierce
this morning's
cloud-bound blister
packs of shrimp
then settle on
the mind's eye's back
I used to think that
Kirsten Dunst
meant loved & left
until at last I found
my Muse again
she holds me tight
at dusk & whispers
somethings sweetly
through the night
Stradella, 1st January 2019