On the day of breasts and small hips
the window pocked with bad rain,
rain coming on like a minister,
we coupled, so sane and insane.
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Oh my swan, my drudge, my dear wooly rose, even a notary would notarize our bed as you knead me and I rise like bread. a very fine poem. tony