Stream, you cream colored lover's gown.
Dance in the Mediterranean breezes,
the floating violins and the afternoon woodwinds,
spark coffee table double-takes
and a symphony of flicker-eyed pleading.
Let her slip into you and feel infantile.
When death sucks the blush,
leaves her limp and juiceless,
the soldiers Styx will give her pass,
painless and soft,
your cotton-spring drapes floating in a dense world.
Protect her, keep her in your perpetual peace.
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