Her Breast's As My Pillow
J
James McLain
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Bosomed dear,
A breast
for my pillow.
A lonely traveler
and thus
kind you are.
I like
the wine and
how it tastes
beneath the moon.
Dear, come soon
and
on my head
I
smell of wine.
I swell
it is the
moon.
Bu şiiri puanla
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