On the desert island
Of my love
I am afraid of being
A branchless tree
And what I most regret
Is having no flower,
Leaf, or pulp
For the worm of
My despair.
Never let me
Lose the wonder
Of your aqua eyes
The solitary rose
Of your lips
The hidden treasure
Of your heart.
You are my cross,
My dampened pain,
And if I am a dog,
And you my mistress,
Never let me lose
What I have gained,
And whisper the accent
Of your fragrant breath
On my cheek
Tonight.
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