Numbered Poem by Alejandro Torres
Numbered
You swoop in
On your winged horse
Riding in on the suns dying rays
Stealing breathe and heart
Alike
But of both I have not much
Of either to lose
Fore the Gods jested on my birth
And made a count of each
To excess
Would be certain death
But only would you make it painless
Then gladly
I’d go with scarcely a thought
Drinking in your beauty
Like wine
The best way to go
Slowly and perpetually
In love
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