My One Conceit
J
James McLain
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Make my mouth yours
And place my tongue on
your roof, better to form
my words,
before I speak them in poetry.
So take my thoughts
pressed hot to your ear,
so I can know your one
my self,
and make of me your other.
While my voice, when you
return it,
was hard used, for the better of we.
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