Aug 212011
 
  
Here by the her of ocean, 
She-sea ever-changing 

Against my fraying lea, feelings
Are colors and paint the scene

In delicatest pastels and pinks;
Rollers ripe with rainbow inks

Pivot round my radiant core,--
Oft-clouded, oft-kicked,-- rolling worlds 

Beyond my words.   Let these rays, 
Resplendent raspberry and rouge

And orange and cottony apricot,
Colors from my core, my wealth,

Add some pinching tincture to your health.
And if the colors of my desire 

To touch cannot infect, do not 
Condemn my wanting such.

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