Say a look when she wanes,
make little paper planes
out of a word or two,
on the wings of which you
tremble and sweat,
implore she’ll open them, and yet
despair she will, oh! Stella, Sophie,
Aïsha, Lynn, or Belle! Unfold
before me your name, plunder, plunder me
away in your voice, robbery untold!
Then release me slowly, just barely
beyond your lips, and they’ll be
my promontory from whence
I jump wingless… Leap immense!
And, at her feet, shatter into a thousand
poems. I was rushed into legend.
Darling, say a look when I wane,
make a little paper plane
out of a touch or two…
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