its

night is a talent i n
which you
bridge your
gaps

knackered by storm heaps.
silken trees
sullen wear me downs ~

it's sacrosanct the way Jill
bustles about cape
in her hand
me over dress
second telling
the saying
has it'
s
an
old
saw



resumed
a t
the back of the shed
like any other trooper

worn by pillows
she's stretched her nape
over his head
a thing

callow
like

worried by
night
teased by lilting
beat
pulse
&
river
these
'll


be
your bears

___

hunkered by the hour
she's dressed
to fill

not as the saying has it
to kill
her lover's bed

or singularly
holding the apocalypse
in her hands
she's palmed his glove
past every sailor

__________

Jill has a body to still
Mona's body is presage to fillhours of plenty
.


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Share and Share alike has always been her mottoe. Not near a sore lent tingling. She' s worn high hoops to her lace. This lazy lover insouciant to her friends.