Saturday

you go south

You go south in winter. Like any restrained robin? breasted to your page and if terns catch the sailor's eye does she bear fruit better?


Mouth hovers to her lover's lips Franny to Mona' s covered her becoming woman of the wave tide, and the Ulyssean beachhead. Landing this way's not her first choice. but Some land is better than no land.

Fruits at sea are common. As the housefly. Lovers climbing bunk nights. Breast to breast mizzen masted and tingling she to she in the bucking deep leeward ... thigh ring and
right ringing hair ... curling trailing... sighing ....



As for the rest of . Simile __ Yer mouth's wife open to someday

________________ Now take the gal coming back stepping her gait's gawk varia