Poesy Posey

Come live with me and be my love, 
and we will all the pleasures prove 

…Marlowe. 

My slumber sang a love song
older than my love
which on ancient wings
in gilded skies above
my pillow,
echoed over time
returned to me
in new purity
to prove that you’d be mine

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