Have I not, laden with my melancholy Dose of liquid dreams, poured all out at your want And gilded laughter on my lips' disease Til your lips Midas' taste? And have I not 5 A little nation of desires spent In the sovereign country of your thigh? Or the fission of all my atoms burnt Like a penny candle, extinguished by your sighs? And have I not, the gold of owning love 10 Out of my pockets picked, made towards you With all the winking signals of a delighted ship No matter what tars in my ballast moved? Still I'll burn my tars, and my weightless body wreck If you'll still prove a catching coral for my wrack.
From the collection "XXX Sonnets"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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