tagNon-Erotic PoetryThe Epistle to St. butters

The Epistle to St. butters


Were I under the duvet with thee,
 my love,
 the dustbin could overflow with culled love poems,
 a tear for each one discarded in order
 to see the next from she
 that covers a heart in honey, licks it clean
 performs dainty pleased ablution's
 pours again, and suddenly
 a duvet's too warm

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