Non-Erotic PoetryReposeIn spent fields the ravens glean;
we walk and the black waves pull apart.
"The sunset is coming soon,
what I had I gave to you"
I softly laugh.
"And when the stars come out?"
she laughs,
softer still.
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A dream!
And when the stars go out
ravens feed
on sallow flesh
hung on hollow bones
savour the eyes for last.
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