Clothes: to compose The furtive, lone Pillar of bone To some repose. To let hands shirk Utterance behind A pocket's blind Deceptive smirk. To mask, belie The undue haste Of breast for breast Or thigh for thigh. To screen, conserve The pose, when death Half strips the sheath And leaves the nerve. To edit, glose Lyric desire And slake its fire In polished prose. Submitted by Stephen Fryer
Added: 2 Sep 2002 | Last Read: 4 Sep 2026 4:27 PM | Viewed: 4355 times
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