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Love's Wiser Sacrament
by Philip F De Pinto
Love's wiser sacrament
Cannot but peak its ice cycle upside down
Nor thaw and trickle its icy speak to base
Given there is sufficient scald in opposing camp
For such as is vamping - craning beak can never wane
Demure down less than bombast
As will last the eve's hours toddler though they be
Made raw with the sandblast of war
Such sacrament as will stick in your maw
Dip its cool joust in your mailed heart
And who would at this crawdad date
Think such scuttling love to liquidate?
With the hot feckless breath and wile
And torch of an alien race lying in wait
With the marbled wings at Samothrace
Enough to flap sodden victory down to argyle
02/11/2013 Posted on 02/11/2013
Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto
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