Bound

Darling world of autumn eve
So tired I upon my arm
Rest silently in soft tristesse
to leave this night unplumbed, unwed.

Little town, my second love
Humming on in nonchalance
While I, askance at all to do
wish hours more to do it in.

Husband mine of honeyed eye
Jewel of the human race
Alone you are while I alone
heal my mind in my own space.

Tired so of being tired
Bogged down is this girlish brain
Ready not to gird her loins
yearns instead for loins unleashed.

HS 9.13.20163

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