To Mnemosyne
Hair blonde April sunshine,
neck's down velvet lamb's-ear...
Eyes clear Aegean noon,
laughter blessed birdsong...
Smile a Parian quarry.
Her kiss a pleasant Sirocco,
sweet as pink Moscato.
Verbose but verbless strokes...
Clauses and similitude mount
feral as her thighs grip.
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