Standing thigh-deep
in mire
my eyes still round you
gyre and gyre.
Love stuck in last
night's dream
stretches still to the
life's brim.
It's just a staying awhile
in an inn.
Love, do not mistake it
for God's grin.
I can see in the offing
the storm
Never worry, my love,
That we are now motion- worn.
©️ 2021
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