Purple myrtle inside perfume
trails and marks lacunas
aching tenderness shall fill
so that the body lotus-white
might speak the truth if it says
in its serpent-wise undulant signs
that to nothing else impervious is
all that softly disclosed radiance,
breathing out that lotus-flower dash;
and on that webbing, waving surf
& with a leg on each side, so surely
she holds and vows that love as this
will not fail to mint poems fine and new,
timeless yet as vernal rain or glinting dew.
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