A poem written on a sunny day

how do you

hot-flowering bright

change me so

bouyed to your height?

your golden gleaming daffodil head

slips my lips on string

and tweaks up to my cheeks.

the moon may pull

a sulky sway with women

but you, sweet glow,

have more say on the tides of my day

than any of her sea-salt spray

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