a merry charol

Twirl mill
twirling ’round
and inside me

Twirl & twirl
this vast gay

that you’ve
grown through winds
in me

twirl: your soft touch
uponn my skin;
twirl: your honest smile
on my eyes seeing;
twirl: kind words whilst
gentle touching
your skin upon hers;

to her: my dearest words
or sincer palaver:

“‘tho I enjoy
for thou digs joy
in out of”

twirling, twirling
sweet lov’d

the one I dare
this writing for!

For the ever thanks-worth
the one named “song”


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