A kiss meant nothing when you kissed me,
Now it means but all,
Since my dearest, my sequined love
Did fall
Beguiled in the winds of ruby whims.
Your kiss was nascent,
Hers the very touch
Of butter bar rubbed on cherry flush.
She is no more. You are what is left,
When a late frost reclaims
A cherry blossom. The theft
Lets my heart to ripple by the threshed
Bud in the pond below.
I lay my lips upon your lips
In a broken bungalow,
And out the window scorns eclipse
Of sun by vaguest snow.
Will I love you like I loved her once?
New love, I do not know
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