The night of mouth to mouth
Dissolves in the rainy morning.
Breath is unknotted from breath;
Heart from its best home torn.
What flotsam Aickers away
In the gutter nodding and sombre?
Hollows under the knee
And the breast right size of palm.
Great heavens crumple and droop;
The room with the shy door closes.
O kisses, sea-awash cup!
O rain in the personal rose!
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