Thimbled Grape
J
James McLain
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Grape in world
of passions high
justice flows from
heavens gate.
Ivory hand to borrow
night of time night
light the star so salty
is sweet perfume.
Stomach taught to flat
so fine I count
the lines of music
gathered here to play.
Dancing muscles draw
me in I spin like top a
string pulled taught my
life to you pours out.
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