After A Line By Geoffrey Chaucer Poem by Leslie Philibert

After A Line By Geoffrey Chaucer

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Your yen two wol slee me suddenly

Surrounded by warm sand
Black pools deep as the
Cold in your face

Your hand
With emollient grace
Will cut the wire

Carved then polished
Hair that twists as
In a Spring flood

Your two eyes will slay me suddenly.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love hurts
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