I like it here
in her warm dark
tongue tooth and lip
to etch love’s mark

like cinnamon
her afterkiss
her soft firm scratch
I’ll ever miss

night she gave me
her unrobed breast
but warned me stern
she’d never nest

I pleased her keen
with fiery probe
her matchless gift
to just disrobe

to this day still
I yet can’t tell
who gained the most
who rose who fell

_______RS

Image : detail snippet from from a piece of artwork by an anonymous Brazilian artist.

Note : the form of this poetry is four syllables per line, and each line in turn rests within a ‘stanza’ of four identically-shaped lines. I much like this harp song with its sweet simplicity, and after thinking about it, I noticed that it was composed, lyrically, according to this formula, namely every line had four syllables. It gave the singing a pleasantly rhythmic feeling. So I decided I would try to emulate it here.

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