Those Sweethearts Of My Home
Those days,
Of young and adults.
and loggerheads,
and vain resolutions,
I packed my bones
of the regretted cargoes,
and let go,
Never
returning to these
bawdynights,
and ancient sex pens,
Ol wild dissolutions,
and lusty virgins,
The river,
of stand before,
The vigils
on these carnal gates,
The sultry extremes,
with the sun's
vaporizing steam,
Satisfactory kiss
while it lasts,
Something caromed,
and vanished,
with violated
sweethearts
of my home,
and decadence
likeness to those
lusty nights,
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Never returning to these bawdynights, and ancient pens, decadence of those lusty nights. a very revealing poem the search for inner peace. love this poem. tony